Once Upon A Friday Night

Part I | Chapter 5 ~ Annoyance And A Bitter Surprise

After waking up with a bad crook in my neck, and a painful slip in my side- I gave myself an easy 5 minutes to actually stand. I must've slept in the most absolutely painful position possible.

Oh right. I slept in the tub.

I gave off a groan of annoyance, slowly leaving the bathroom to remember what had gone down last night. I wasn't too upset anymore, after all, it is a Friday. I was just fearing what my roommate would say about the slap. IF he even decided to talk to me.

Not like I cared if he did or not.

I looked around the dorm, spotting that both my bed, and my roommates bed were vacant. Where had he gone off too?

Just as I stepped away from the cracked open door, a hard force came down against my shoulder, making me jump out of my socks.

"Jesus Christ!" My roommates voice sounded in return to my.. Abnormal feminine-like scream.

I turned quick enough to shoot him a frustrated, yet shaken, glare.

"Don't do that!" I barked.

He cocked a brow, then crossed his arms slowly and gave off a sickeningly attractive smirk. Not attractive, did I say attractive? I meant stupid. Him and his stupid face.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I looked him up and down furiously.

"You slapped me last night, didn't you?" He pointed at me as if he were an interrogator, seeming like he didn't even believe his own words. "Right across the cheek."

"You were being rude, what else did you expect me to do?" I looked away.

"I don't know, maybe cut me a bit of slack? Haven't you ever been high? You say some crazy shit. I may have even forgotten that you would've hit me on the first place if I didn't see your scared little face peeking out of the bathroom when I was cooking toast."

"No, in my case, I've never been high." I scowled. "Smoking is a disgusting act that should've never been created in the first place."

"Hmm.. Tell that to the slave owners back in the 1800's." He grinned, as if he had caught me in a trap.

"So, Mr. Death Wish knows his history. Maybe your not so useless after all." I wrinkled my nose in distaste, crossing my own arms.

"Oh trust me, the second you try and convince me that my life isn't how I want it to be- I'll line you up like a football and punt you out the window. Loser." The pad of his finger pressed into my sternum, sending a jolt of discomfort through my chest.

"Well thanks for the tip. I wasn't interested anyway." I hissed, then turned to grab my bag.

To spare myself the uncomfortably thick silence, I decided to skip breakfast, and headed directly to the door in an attempt at a fine escape with the last word. Unfortunately, this guy was a snake in human clothing.

He slithered his way in front of the door to slam it closed right when I opened it a crack. He glared down at me with a fiery rage that I'd never seen anywhere else. A pit formed in my stomach, as the fear began to settle back in. That's when I realized something.

He was just another person. An invaluable, annoying, procrastinating, drunkard who wouldn't give a damn if his arms and legs were cut off.

"Get out of my way." I ordered, reforming my position to stand my ground.

The boy seemed surprised, but he didn't show it, only through those dark eyes. Those deep storm blue eyes, swirling with curiosity, confusion, and... Sorrow? Maybe I was seeing selfishness.