I HATE YOU!

KING

I opened the door to my room. Yes... MY room. I carried a girl in my fucking room. I had never brought a girl to my room before. I had more than enough choices to spend a night with a girl other than my house. The fact was that she was the only girl who has stepped inside my house, and was still alive.

The only justification I had for my action was that it was practical to take her to my room as it was on the same floor as that of the gym, and thus nearer than her room.

I placed her on my bed gingerly, but she clung to me as if her life depended on it. I stood in an awkward position, thinking about what to do. I tried to ease her hold on me by pushing her hands away from my torso, but she only tightened it more in response.

I sighed, and picked her up again to get into the bed with her on my lap. Way too uncomfortable!