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|42| 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂ℯ ❥

I lay against the wall, looking out of
the window next to me,
waiting for a good idea or really any
idea to pop into my head.

This wood floor isn't very comfortable
to sit on but I don't want to lay down
in a bed, because I know
I will fall asleep, and I need a plan first.

I'm in the hallway, sitting up against
the wall next to my door,
which is across from Aleksander's,
the same as his old apartment

"What are you doing?" Aleksander
asks, holding one file in his hand,
I almost want to peek over to see
which one but I'm going to ignore
him because I'm mad

Also, he started the ignoring thing
so now it's my turn to keep it up.

He notices and laughs "Stop pouting,
get off the floor."

If I wasn't ignoring him I would tell
him to go fuck himself and punch him,
but now I'm staying quiet.

His hand wraps around my arm and
pulls me off the floor, making
me see the file that has his name on it.

"You can be a brat in the morning,
but right now it's late, pick a room
and go to bed." I push my fingers
under his and pull his hand off my
arm, still not talking.

I try to sit down again but he stops me
and laughs "This is ridiculous, do I have
to carry you to a room?" Knowing he
will actually do that, I break the silence

"Shut up! I could kill you in-" he takes
one step closer to me and grabs my
wrist, holding them together with just
one of his hands. I struggle to get out of
his grip, pulling and tugging my arms.

He keeps a blank face and his eyes on
mine. I look down at his arm and
notice the veins and muscles become
more prominent whenever I move

Is it bad that knowing that made me
tempted to keep moving? Probably

After a few seconds, I accept that this
fighting back is pointless, it's just
wasting my time and entertaining him.

"Let go of me." he doesn't change his expression when he says "Stop trying
to threaten me, It's ridiculous
and lies you tell to comfort yourself,
you aren't convincing me, stop trying."

I spit, it's the only thing I could do. his
eyes widen for a moment
before he uses the back of his free hand
to wipe off his cheek "Fuck you." I say,
I clench my jaw and watch him smile

"That was cute" I scoff at his dumb
words and try to pull away again 
"Spitting on your face was cute?"

He tilts his head and looks down at
my lips "Do you want to try it again,
this time I could be fucking you,
would you like that?"