It's YOUR Turn to Be Sorry...

I storm into my room and slam the door, leaning back on it and closing my eyes trying to steady my breathing. I’ve memorized the setting of my room and location of my bed and, eyes still closed, walk in its direction. I’m ready to collapse onto my bed, when something tells me to open my eyes. And I almost scream.
Because there’s someone already on it. A certain someone. One I never thought I would see again, or at least make eye contact with, much less on my bed and waiting for me (not like that, dear god). But there he is sitting there, looking to me expectantly—probably for me to scream. In fact, he looks prepared to be by my side in a minute to silence me if needed. Ready to be on his toes in case I try anything. I whirl around to make sure my door’s locked—oh god, this so sounds like a booty call. I internally scoff, anything but. I lock it and turn around once more to face the idiot on my bed.
He looks nervous. Like he wants only to talk. To have his side of the story explained, understood. He looks like me. Like I would. Like I should. But somehow the situation turns out to be switched, because I’m angry. I’m angry at him, at what he’s done, and how he’s made me feel.
“What are you doing here?” I exclaim.
He sits there. And says nothing. And still sits there. And still says nothing. A minute goes by. Two minutes. And his eyes will not leave mine, nor mine his. He has won so much, and I, vice versa, have lost. This, I must have. I will not look away first. And, as if my emotions carried through my stare, he widens his eyes. He looks away. I smirk, triumphant. And again ask him, this time snapping,” What, in the hell, are you doing here?”
And he freezes. And I see something I don’t expect. Because I realize he’s scared. Of me. Of what I might do. And I realize I have power over him. I feel powerful.
And I love it.

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