Disturbed

Next week will be the start of the class and I have to go to school to get my schedule so that I can prepare ahead of time. I didn't want to get lost in my first day in the university. I went to the Dean's office and got my schedule. I roamed around the campus looking for the classrooms. This university is big and is the best university here in Washington. And I'm just proud of myself that I'm officially enrolled here. I was looking at my schedule when I bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry," I said and looked up the guy. He smiled at me and figured that he's the waiter the other day. "Oh, hi!" I greeted him.

"Hi," he greeted back with a smile while showing me his dimple. He's so attractive even in his waiter uniform, how much more that he's wearing his casual clothes right now. He's extra handsome.

"Looking for your classroom?" he asked.

"Yeah, I don't wanna be lost in my first day here so I have to prepare," I replied.

"Come on, I'll help you. I'm also a fine arts student," he said. My eyes grew bigger as I stared at his blue eyes. "How did you know I'm a fine arts student?"

"I saw at the restaurant picturing the scenery outside," he replied. He noticed that? Is he watching me?

"Wow. And thanks for the help," I said and we started finding my classrooms. To my surprise, he's also in first year like me. And we happened to be in the same class. So, we both find our classrooms. There are also a lot of students here in the university for their preparation. They must also be excited like me to start my college here. Who wouldn't? This is the best university.

After we finished looking for our classrooms, we went to a cafe and eat lunch. "Wait, we've been together for like an hour but I don't know your name yet," I said and sipped my orange juice. Orange juice is my life.

He laughed and wiped his hands with a tissue. He handed me his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Kingneo, but you can call me Neo," he said. Even his name sounds attractive. When does Washington been this great? I took his hand, "I'm Maddie," I said and smiled at him.

After introducing ourselves we continued eating and started talking. He's a year older than me but he looks young. Is it because he's always smiling? And we have the same hobbies, painting. We talked and talked until afternoon came. We found ourselves heading to our cars.

"So, see you next week," he said and placed his hands in his pockets. I've noticed that he has a habit of doing that. I'm quite an observer.

I smiled and opened my car door. "Yeah, it was such a great day. See you," I replied and entered my car. I revived the engine and honked the horns when I drove past him. It was such a nice day. He's such a good friend, well I guess we're friends now. And he's so fun to talk to. And I never get bored talking to him because we got the same interests. We really talked a lot.

I drive my way to my apartment and headed straight to my floor. I got chills when I pass by the unit beside me, where I saw that scene that I saw the other day. I still can't forget that. Everytime I walk pass through unit 65, I still got chills and I refuse to take a step where it all happened. It disgusts me knowing that their wetness and sweats were on this floor.

I prepared my painting materials and placed it in the living room. I'm going to paint the university. I heaved a sigh as I try to remember the sceneries of the school premises. When I got the picture, I started painting my canvas. I was focused on it, I got paints all over my shirt and my hands. I'm a messy painter.

I was almost finished when I heard a loud banging of the door from the other unit. I was surprised I almost lost my balance. I continued my work when I heard weird noises coming from the other unit.

"Goodness, you're hot," said by a woman. I got chills and my eyes grew wide.

"Are they doing it again?" I whispered to myself. I didn't want to hear the noise but it's just so clear, I can hear it loud and clear and it disgusts me. I feel really dirty. I grew up in a conservative household and I feel live I've sinned when I heard it, and I'm not accustomed of hearing it.

I didn't bother cleaning and made my out of the living room. I hear so much noise that I even hear the bed cracking. Are they that frustrated? I know they are the same couple that I've seen doing it the other day. Why is no one complaining about them hearing such noises. It's disgusting. Can't they at least do it silently?

I grabbed my wallet and my keys and went out of the unit. I don't know if I can still survive living in that unit, when I always hear that kind of noises. It makes me feel like a sinner. I have to confess. I went to a cafe nearby and calmed myself. At least here, it's noisy but the noise do not disgusts me. I ordered a tea and relaxed myself. I stayed their for another hour. I hope, they'll be done when I came back right? One or two hours is more than enough. I know they'll be tired by that. I have been in a relationship before but I haven't tried sex. It makes me dirty. It just doesn't feel right and all hell will lose if my parents find out that I'm not a virgin anymore before I get married. They're conservative and old school but it's fine.

After waiting for an hour and a half, I drove back to the apartment. I have a second thought of heading up or wait for another hour down here. But I'm already tired and I want to rest. So, I went inside the elevator. I prayed and hoped that they will be done by now. So I can now have peace. When the elevator door swung open, a woman stood in front of me. I got out but before I could go past her, she smirked at me and entered the elevator. I didn't took a glance at her but I know she's that woman. I swear she's familiar to me.

Where did I saw her?