One Door Away

Chapter 7

Knock. Knock.

'Who is it?' I shouted across the room as my hands release the pen. I switched the lamp off and stood up to flick the light switch near the bathroom.

'FBI,' she said banging three times with a fake deep voice. 'Open up.'

'You look like a mess,' she commented as soon as she saw my figure when the door was unlocked where she held the walls connected to it.

'And why are you dressed?' I looked at her clothes which comprised of a tucked black shirt in grey leggings and the brown highlander boots. She posed, accentuating her feminine figure. 'Trying to bait men, again?'

'Hey,' she retorted with a furious look that came out from theatre with her arms crossed. 'I dress to look good – to feel good. Just 'cause I dressed up doesn't mean I'm only doing it for them, I feel in power when I'm like this'

'Chill, I know that.' Sensing her exasperation, I welcomed her inside. 'I was just joking.'

'Sike,' she laughed and slapped my buttocks. She raised her hands in the air and said, 'Was messing with you.'

'Hurry up! This baby's hungry for some biggies,' she said as she winked and slapped her stomach.

'Eww!' I looked at her in disgust as I head to my closet. I slid the door open and placed my hand on my chin, thinking what pajamas I should wear to get on her nerves. I bent down and attempted to pull something up from the folded shirts underneath the clothes rod. With effort I said, 'Ahh. There's my beut.'

'Jenna, can you go to the balcony. I think I saw Jesus.' I ran to the bathroom as quickly as possible to wear the Stich onsie when she turned her head and shouted back at me telling me to piss off.

I walked quietly, with my steps not producing any kind of noise. Afterwards, I took the keys beside the kitchen sink and went outside. With this I exclaimed, 'Jenna! I'm done let's go!'

'What the shirt are you wearing?' She gasped and made the face I expected. 'Are you seriously going outside looking like this?'

'Looking like what?' I pouted.

'Looking like you're more than willing to commit social suicide.'

I laughed it off clearly not minding her words fill with dread. When she got outside, I locked the door and looked back to see whether Henry was there or not.

'Who're you watching, whore?' She had this big smirk telling me that I'm some kind of smitten creature.

I brushed her off and said, 'You coming or not?'

As we walked down the stairs, people were looking at us or rather – me. This is the only kind of attention I want, not for something I did or what I am but for this Stich onesie that embarrassed Jenna. Per usual, Jenna greeted people she knew but in moderation, obviously distancing herself from me in a joking manner that we both laughed at when we got down.

It was already dark when we got down and the streetlights were already open. We walked for five minutes reaching the Murray Dining Hall. The spacious hall filled with students were covered in white walls with hanging chandeliers and crimson banners stuck on the walls. There were four stalls on each corner that offered different cuisines whereas Jenna and I went to the Italian one.

'Hello,' the lady behind the counter said. 'What do you guys want?'

'I'll take that one and Jenna?' I pointed at the Pasta Fagioli al Forno then turned to Jenna.

'I'll just get the same,' Jenna replied.

The lady had given us our plates along with the iced tea on the tray. We gave her our thanks and went to the nearest table in our sight. I was reminded that I wore a onesie outside and that people were looking at me again. Jenna got more comfortable whereas I became the opposite, feeling like I'm in a zoo.