Hate Me No Less

Black Shirt

The two were sitting at the table, sipping their bitter coffee for the morning. No. They don't live together, but yesterday's encounters were rather spontaneous allowing a window for the woman to stay.

"Am I calling a taxi?", she looked up at the black haired man waiting for a response.

"Do what you want", he shrugged. What she wanted was for him to hurry up and take her home. Trust and believe she didn't want to stay here any longer.

She sat down her coffee and grabbed his keys from the key holder next to his fridge. She threw the annoying metal onto the table, grabbing ahold of her purse signaling that she was ready to leave, "Ready when you are"

The man sighed at her actions and took one last gulp of his coffee before grabbing his jacket .

They walked out of the apartment complex heading towards his car, "It's cold", mumbled Aizawa.

The woman rolled her eyes, "didn't ask". She knew he was directing that towards her because she didn't have any sort of cover up.

The two entered the car silently not wanting to disturb the other persons aura. Even if that meant for the better.

After a ten minute drive the woman exited out the car ready to settle down in her own house, "Thanks"

He gave her a nod and drove away back to his place. She unlocked the front door and threw her phone on the couch.

She desperately dragged her feet against the carpet, heading to her messy room. She continuously feeds herself lies when it comes to cleaning. Later. I promise. This week.

She tugged at her grey top, yanking it over her head and throwing it on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

She crawled herself into the bed and plopped her head onto the heavenly pillow. So soft.

Her body was craving sleep, but her mind wouldn't settle. You've got to be kidding.

It's annoying to go through the same process each and everyday. She's so dependent on those damn peels that she can't even go to sleep on her own.

"What?", she sensed her roommate next to her door.

"Another one night stand I see", the guy said jokingly.

"We didn't have sex", it was true. They didn't. That's why she was so ready to leave because she was overly embarrassed.

"I'm going to the store. Want anything?", he asked.

"Whatever drink you can find. I'll take anything", she responded.

"We talking juice or special water?"

"I'm talking about alcohol James", she said with a roll of eyes.

"Special water it is", he closed the door behind him and took off to the store leaving her behind to rot.

"Take me with you", she stupidly groaned knowing that he was probably at the first stop sign by now.

She searched for her phone and forgot that she had left it on the couch. Do I really want to move more than I already am, she questioned.

She walked back into the living room and grabbed the addictive item searching for that stupid number.

Contact name: Black shirt

She had forgotten his name and that's the first thing that came to mind. He had black jeans with white converse. His hair pulled into a low bun with some strands out and to top it all off a loose, but defined black shirt.

She was drooling just from the memory. He really was a masterpiece. His face was one thing, but his body...he was sculpted quite well.

A man like that is built like a pro- OH SHIT!!

"Just ignore it", she whispered to herself. "He'll hang up eventually"

His name in bold white letters invaded the top screen almost giving her a heart attack.

Black Shirt: You left your socks.

She sighed in relief as well as embarrassment. My socks of all things I decided to leave at his house. What if he was a weirdo and decided to smell them. Do my feet stink? Her mind began to ramble.

She texted him back saying she was gonna come get them tomorrow. Right now she should be sleep. Not on her phone.

"Wait. I was searching for his number for a reason. How did I forget that fast", she mumbled.

James: I grabbed a bottle of Ciroc. Time to drink our problems away.

She laughed at the message knowing that's exactly what she was gonna do. After she fills her body up with that poison then she'll throw it up and take a nap. Sounds like a plan.

She brought her phone to the room and laid back down onto the bed.

Her mind once again going in circles, What should I do? Watch TV? No. That's to boring. Go on my phone? Absolutely not. I don't have time to degrade myself by looking at other girls today. Maybe tomorrow, but not today.

What should I do then?

Black shirt.