Never The Twain Shall Meet

I was sitting on the bed, constantly checking the time, it's so close to hitting midnight and this man has not yet finished showering. He's been there for 3 hours now, how long has it been since his last shower? It must've been so long just by calculating the time he has taken up. I decided to walk over to the door and check if I could hear a sound of running water, to my surprise, the door opened all of a sudden as I was about to hover my ear toward the door's surface, almost falling onto his chest, I luckily had a grip on the doorknob before it was out of my reach, a flush crept up my face when I lifted my head to face him.

I was greeted with his dazzling and glowing yellow eyes, but with a poker face. This man is certainly not knowledgeable of the word, smile. He pushed me aside and went out his way, rude. He grabbed the pink suitcase that I saw earlier and took out his clothes, stacking it inside the storage unit below his bed, so he owns it after all.

"Are you gonna watch me change?" he teased.

Is this man being funny right now? Cause I don't see nor hear the humor in it.

"No, why would I?" I replied, turning away from him. "I'm not a creep."

He snickered, "Are you sure? What you did earlier seems like a creep to me."

"Creeping is utterly different from checking." I replied, entering the bathroom.

"It sounds the same to me." he objected, "stop denying it."

"You need to read your dictionary again," I replied, closing the door. "along with taking up English classes."

Upon entering the bathroom, I inhaled and rest my head onto the door. It hasn't been a day staying in this dormitory and I wanna go home already. Someone pick me up, I don't wanna be around this guy, nor do anything that revolves around him. Universe, why did you have to place me in the same room as him? Is someone trying to conspire something against me? If so, please cancel that cause it isn't pleasant at all, I'm already dealing with Franco, do I have to deal with this guy too? No, I've had enough jerks, I don't need a bonus.

I walked leisurely to the shower and steam filled the room as I cut it on. The shower head dangling above spread water unto my body, the sound of rushing water revitalizes me, and it soothed all of my nerves. Amidst the stressful hours I've been in today, my mind is completely clear, this is one of those activities that liberates me.

It's a place of reflection and contemplation, my very own stage for my concerts, my complimentary therapist and of course it's designed use. Usually, I shower for 30 minutes, but midnight is about to strike soon. If only that idiot finished early, I would've achieved my 30 minute shower, but he had to get in my way.

I turned the shower off, wrapping the towel around my body, and made my way out the bathroom. As I emerged from the bathroom, no one was inside the room apart from myself, I sat and instantly sighed in relief, I can have peace for a moment. I went ahead and dressed myself up in my pajamas, don't judge me, I still wear Spongebob Squarepants designed pajamas, let's normalize letting other people wear what they want, be comfortable in your own skin and in what you wear.

Right after I dressed up, someone knocked three times on the door, I walked over and opened it up for them, I then realized that it's him, the same guy who stole my milk in the grocery store. How did I not notice earlier, his glowing yellow eyes were already a hint. I promised to myself to strangle him if ever we crossed paths again and this is it. I launched myself at him and tackled him down the very gentle and smooth stairs, I had a good grip on him and he tried to get me off him, but I didn't let it happen until we reached the front door, I let go of him and anger flashed in his eyes.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled at me, fixing his hair. "ARE YOU THAT INSANE?? DO YOU NEED HELP??"

"ITS CALLED PAYBACK, YOU IDIOT." I yelled back, "DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU FORGOT THE CRIME YOU DID."

"CRIME?? I AIN'T NO LOOSE CRIMINAL!" He defended himself, "YOU'RE THE CRIMINAL HERE, YOU ATTEMPTED TO KILL ME!"

"EXCUSE ME? YOU STOLE MY MILK AT THE GROCERY STORE." I shrieked, hitting him. "NOW HAND THE MILK OVER."

He burst into laughter, standing up. "It was you?? The world is indeed small."

"What's so funny about it? Are you happy that you stole what belongs to me?" I fumed, sitting on the floor. "You idiot. I hate you so much."

He bent down, reaching his hand out with a smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Ethan."

Is this man trying to charm his way out?

I glared at him, "It's not nice to finally meet you, I'm Emily."

He nodded his head, "Take my hand, let me help you up."

I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his hand, "Thank you."

He led me to the kitchen and I got greeted with delicious meals plated on the round table. I'm very much surprised that this man knows how to cook, I've had male dormmates back then and none of them knew how to cook, not even the basics.

"You know how to cook?" I asked, glancing at the table.

"Yes, I do." He replied with a simpered smile. "Is it your first time witnessing a man cook?"

"Believe it or not, but yes." I admitted, "I've had male dormmates back then and none of them knew how to cook."

"Really? Not even the basics?" He questioned, "well, they should get on my level."

The amount of confidence this man has is on a whole different level. I don't even know if it's even called confidence, or arrogance. From what I'm seeing, it's more of arrogance, one of the attributes I hate in most men.

"Did you just praise yourself?" I asked, sitting down.

"Yes, I did." He responded, sitting down with me. "Aren't you?"

I choked, "Why would I?"

"I mean, I cooked for you and all." He explained, "That's a valid reason for you to praise me."

"Are you kidding right now?" I asked, continuing to eat. "I hope you are."

"No, I'm serious." He replied, drinking water. "Anyways, the milk that I 'stole' from you is in good hands, it's in the fridge."

"Yes, thank you for stashing my stolen milk." I said, sarcasm clear in my tone.

"Correction, I didn't steal it." He replied, "You didn't even reach out to it, so I took it from you."

"You are such a liar." I said, stabbing my food. "You even tricked me with your silly questions."

He laughed, "It's called strategy."

"I hate you very much." I voiced out, pinning him with my eyes.

He craned forward, "Tell me why you hate me."

"We're two different people with different personalities." I explained, "Surely, both of us won't work out in this household."

"We have so many differences," I added, finishing my plate. "and there's no way we're gonna get along."

"We are both too different to coexist." I continued, bringing my plate over to the sink. "Do you get my point?"

"What if we work out?" He replied, walking over to me with his plate. "What if I prove you wrong?"

"Do I earn something from you?" He added, as he whispers and stares into my eyes.

I tried moving away, "We won't, that's my stand."

He pulled me back, pushing me against the sink. I couldn't move, all that was clear to me was his eyes, those magnificent, glowing yellow eyes.

"Let's give it a shot, I'll make it worth it." He continued, as he draws nearer. "Trust me on this."