Cassette - z.m.

four.

"He hates caramel popcorn."

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I may have said that this was a boring neighbourhood but I did not ask for a midnight adventure.

All that pushing the sofas, pulling the mattresses, setting up the books and shit and then all the talking with Naina really exhausted me. I wanted to sleep and not be woken up by a complete stranger in the middle of the night.

Of course I'm pissed. Beyond pissed.

After the initial screaming session, the guy finally stumbles out of the bed and falls on the floor. I would've laughed at him but I'm really pissed right now.

"Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my house, in my bedroom in the middle of the night, huh?" I yell at him and use the lamp as a shield, ready to strike if he makes another move.

He tries to say something but I interrupt him again,"Are you a thief? Did you come here to rob me? And what were you doing in my bed? Is that how you rob people? Just wait a second let me call the poli-"

He stands up slowly and brushes the dust off of his clothes. I watch his every move like a hawk.

"Can you shut up for a second?" He yells at me before I finish. I try not to get mesmerised by him because damn, he is gorgeous. I didn't know thieves could be that hot but then again I don't know shit about thieves.

What am I even thinking? Focus, Azin. Focus. He's a thief. He would've doped you first and then made his move. Don't let his beauty distract you.

I finally shut up and narrow my eyes at him as he begins to say,"I am not a fucking thief, okay? And about getting in your bed, I didn't even know that you were there!" He explains, pointing to the bed with his hand to prove his point.

"Then why the hell did you put your arm around my bloody waist, you pervert!" I literally shout the last few words, catching him off guard. I could feel the heat rise up to my cheeks when I said that. It's a good thing my cheeks don't really get rosy, only hot.

Did that even make sense? Anyway what did he expect that I would let him go away so easily? Huh, no way dude. I'm feeling so heroic, you have no idea. Wait till I get him locked up. Maybe I should hit him on the head first. hmm.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" He asks me, exasperated. Wow, he was the one who got in my bed, disturbed my sleep and he is getting angry?

"Yes, I'm listening, though I don't know why I'm giving you-a criminal- a chance." I roll my eyes at him. He is silent for a moment and we keep glaring at each other.

"a) I'm not a criminal and stop calling me a thief, would you? I'm not here to rob you or anything, alright? You don't even have that much goodies that anyone would want to rob." He smirks at me while explaining.

Why am I waiting to hit him, again? I need to go like three steps forward and bam! within a few minutes he'll be with the police.

"b) I am not a pervert so don't even. And c) I thought you were a damn pillow! I didn't know there was a living, breathing person in the bed."

"Oh, so you're used to cuddling next to dead people at night that you didn't notice a living, breathing person? And a pillow?! Are you serious?" I glare at him, all the dumb thoughts from before long gone now. Do I look like a pillow? "Did you think that the pillow had grown arms and legs and hair on the top of it's head?!"

"Agh, why are you complicating this thing?" He brushed his hands through his hair, his voice laced with frustration.

"I am complicating things? You were the one who came here in the middle of the goddamn night! If you're homeless and needed a place to crash the least you could do was ring the bell!" I angrily slam the lamp on the nightstand.

"Why do you keep making assumptions?! I am not a hobo!" He yells at me again.

"Excuse me, mister whatever-the-hell-is-your-name, you have no right to yell at me while standing in my own house. Do. You. Get. That?" I say, emphasising each word.

"It isn't even your house and don't you dare try to intimidate me with any of your dumb antics. Do you get that?" He started towards me threateningly. I took a few steps back and soon enough I find myself hit a hard, rocky surface - the wall. I slowly, but quietly reach out my hand towards the bat that I had kept in the corner of the room, all the while not breaking eye contact with the boy. Damn those eyes. If I didn't know any better I would've fallen for them, right then and there. He doesn't seem to notice the movement as he is too close to me and I can practically feel his breathe on my face. I just have to lean in a little and- god, shut up, Azin. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Not that I was thinking about anything inappropriate. Hell, no.

As soon I have the bat in my hand, I kick his legs and it seems that he wasn't really expecting it because now he's on the floor, groaning in pain. "What was that for?" He growls at me.

"For trying to do whatever you were trying to do just now. You thought you could escape, huh? You can't now. Not with the sprained leg. Ha!" I do the 'ha!' right at his face and then smile triumphantly.

"Listen. I don't wanna fight anymore, okay? I don't want you to damage anymore parts of my body, you know, important ones like my liver or lungs so let's just talk it out like adults yeah?" He takes a deep breathe and smiles a little. I had felt his eyes soften a little earlier too but then I kicked him. God, I'm such a party-pooper.

"Alright. Let's give you another chance." I say as I sit on the floor opposite him with my legs crossed. I keep the bat close, just in case.

He glances once at the bat and then at me. I hold the bat tighter in my hand. You can't trust a guy with those really gorgeous dog poop coloured eyes.

No.

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It was fun to write! Anyway, if it's a bit messy then I'm really sorry. I'll try to edit it and make it better okay? I just wanted to update one last time before my exams start bc idk when I'll be able to update next.

I hate school.

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