And Then, There Was Fire.

thirteen.

Alexia jumped in her seat as her head snapped to the front door of her apartment. Her face immediately screwed in due to the loud, obnoxious knocks on her door, as whoever it was seemed to want to tear it down.

Placing her remote down, she got up and walked her pedicured toes in the plush carpet of her studio apartment. Her long, pointy nails rubbed her scalp as her short, choppy strands scattered around top of her head. She unlocked her door while peering through the peephole, opening it after she saw a calm Trey which confused her given his violent knocks.

Feeling important enough that he came to visit her rather than being at work at the campus' fire department, she exhaled pleasantly. "I thought you were on cal-"

Trey interrupted her by quickly shoving the door further open, inviting himself inside. "Get the fuck inside." He spoke harshly and lowly. She backed up calmly, the corner of her mouth beginning to grin at his anger and aggressiveness; something she loved getting out of him.

He slammed the door behind him with just one simple movement of his hand. "What's your problem? Threatening people now?" He asked while crossing his arms and standing tall.

"What are you taking about?" She asked, crossing her arms while slightly rolling her eyes.

"What are you talking about." He mocked her rudely in the best imitation he could do of her. "You know what the FUCKI'm talking about. The fuck you bothering Lauren for?"

"Wow, a simple favor I asked of her makes you this upset?" She smirked, her tongue poking on the inside of her cheek. "Why are you so affected by her?"

"You really want me to hurt your feelings, don't you?" He asked softly. "Like, you just don't...... stop. None of that is your business anymore, and it never was."

"Well maybe if you had tried to have a conversation with me, instead of trying to break up over text." She rolled her eyes again as she began to raise her voice.

"There's no conversation! What the fuck do you not get about that! It's not like you did something wrong that you can fix. Alexia," He licked his lips as he held his hands out to explain. "You're just WRONG for me. It's you. I don't wantyou! You act like this shit is new, I been saying this for so long." He stressed his voice, watching worry wash over her face as she began to panic.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, dropping her arms to her sides.

He stopped moving, pushing his sleeves up to his sweatshirt as if he was in disbelief. "Un-fucking-believable. You thought I was playing, didn't you? Don't even try that shit with me either." He warned her as he felt the cool, invisible touch float around his chest. He closed his eyes shut as he stepped away from her, inhaling deeply as he tried his best to focus on why he came there, avoiding the paranormal effect that she would hold on him. "When I said I'm done, I'm fucking done." He finished.

"You don't mean that." She didn't believe it, softly grabbing the tips of his fingers, pulling herself closer.

"Like hell I don't." He almost whispered as he stepped closer to her, almost directly in front of her as his hand softly wrapped around her neck gently. "Listen to me," His voice spoke very softly just as his grip tightened on her neck, pressing her up against the wall behind her. Her hands immediately went to his hand on her neck, tapping and peeling at his fingers. "Let me find out that it's you running to Aubrey about me and Ren's every move." He whispered in her ear.