Andy

I scream out loud as her head twists around in horror, her copper strands of hair settling behind her shoulder. Anger shoots in me uncontrollably as I jerk the book away from her grasp, spilling some stray content out from in between the pages. It lands on the carpet with a thud.
Why the fuck is she here? In my room! The same girl from that day, and the day before. My hand involuntarily moves towards my forehead, where my bandage is stuck. She didn't really had to do that headbutt thing that day. I try to calm myself down by taking deep breaths.

“I'm sorry! I..”She clutches her ripped tank top, revealing a black bra that I try not to stare or peek at and wonder which girl would wear these today. There's no lace or net or anything, just so... plain and for some reason I almost feel like laughing at her.

“I was just looking, I mean I-I didn't, I'm sorry!” She stutters, failing to hide her emotions transparently present behind her innocent wide grey irises. My patience runs close to nil and I step closer. It somehow satisfies me to see her trembling and at the same time finding me too attractive and intimidating. Of course, every girl does for that matter but it proves better with her being such an open book. The way she's staring right at my lips, thighs tightened together and the raging heart beats. I don't have to feel her chest to hear the thumps behind her rib cage. We both know what's going on, that makes me really proud.

I would admit in a strange way, she is... different. Well, she does look different. No piercings, no tattoos, hair not coloured black. She only wore a simple black tank top that is barely trying to hang on on her body, god knows why and a jeans short that isn't even that short to be called one. She obviously is not one of us, doesn't belong here nor in my taste. I tilt her chin up to meet her gaze and assess. Puffy eyes, hmm... full lips, wide naive eyes and no make up. She doesn't seem bad at all... just a bit-no, waaayy too innocent.

I almost forgot she is a fucking virgin... never forget the day when someone admits that to you while drunk.

“Get you tight ass out of my fucking room.” In the end, I actually found myself enjoying the whole moment as she finally exits the room in haste.
I wonder if that really was a good move. Nah, whatever.
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I hear someone banging on a door and muffled voices. I groan, partly wondering if all this is going on in my head. A dream? Suddenly, it get's cold. Freezing cold. I'm in my bed, I know that. Where the fuck is my blanket? I twist and turn on my bed. The voice screams louder and the bangings increase. I'm forced to jolt up. I'm in my room. Looking at my clock it's 01: 04 am exactly.
I stride towards the door and unlock, leaning on it still half asleep.

“God, I'm sorry. Please, listen. I needed help. Someone was after me...” It's the same girl and she's getting into my nerves. I'm too sleepy to listen. Is it possible for a human to sleep while standing?

“...He's here! Andy! Are you even listening? Andy!” I open my eyes to find someone wearing a familiar bandanna. He sways, most probably intoxicated.

“Oh, heree you aare, bitchhh. Come on, let's play.” He slurs, reeking of booze and hyped up as ever. Come on, Christian. Not now. Did I say that in my head or out loud?

In a burst of anger, my hand automatically punches him square in the face causing him to lose foot and fall back. With a thud he hits the wall and slides down, maybe unconscious. Can't I rest in peace for fuck's sake?!
I bang the door shut and go back to bed, wrapping myself with the blanket that had unfortunately fallen down on the ground, not acknowledging the girl at all.

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