°•▪︎■NIGHTMARES■▪︎•°

"NOO!!!"

I was woken up by to someobody's scream. Either it was my misconception or somebody was screaming in my dreams. It is 3 a.m. why would somebody be screaming at this late of night, in this house? So, i just closed my eyes, trying to sleep.

"NO! PLEASE!"

What the!?

I think i heard it again.

"PLEASE! DON'T!" It was a male voice.

Is somebody being murdered in here. I should be alert. I stood up and tip toed to downstairs.

"NOO!!"

It was coming from the room. I should check what's hapenning there. I went to the room, opened the door to see the same guy from other day, soaked in sweat. His eyebrows were frowned. Should i wake him up? But he will kill me then, for not knocking on his door.

"STOP!!"

I pushed my thoughts and went to the bed.

"Hey! Wake up!" I almost shouted.

He didn't even flinch. I started shaking him.

"Hey!"

"Wake up!"

He woke up and sat on the bed in a blink. He was sweating and panting so hard.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

He looked at me, then at my hand that was on his shoulder, i removed my hand instantly.

"Are you okay?" i asked again.

He nodded.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked.

"Never!" He snarled, shooting daggers toward me. I shrugged in response.

Did i do something wrong?

Wasn't i supposed to wake him up?

I went in the kitchen, to bring him a glass of water. I took the glass and went to the room.

"Do you need water?" I muttered.

"No! Just go away!" He shouted at me.

What an idiot?!

I am trying to help him and he is yelling at me. What does he think of himself ?

If he want to be in this distressed condition then he can go fuck himself.

I placed the glass on nightstand beside his bed anyways, regardless of his constant glaring in my direction.

I went upstairs to sleep.

He can't yell at me like that, i was just trying to help. How can someone be so mean to people, its rude.

I woke up at 6, made myself and my housemate breakfast. I think she works that's why she never stays at home. I then took a shower. I chose to wear my black jeans and red top.

The college is twenty minutes walking distance away from the house. I quickly found out my first classroom of economics.

The class was quite interesting, i was always interested in economics.

My second class was political science.

It was an introductory class, and boring. I don't like politics.

The remaining classes passed peacefully.

I left my last class and was leaving for my house when a voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Stalking me?" A deep voice asked.

I turned around to find the same rude guy.

"I would rather kill myself" i hissed, folding my arms at my chest.

"Oo boy!" Another tattoed boy said, standing beside him.

I turned around to leave.

"Oh yeah? Not to mention that you tried to sleep with me the other day when i was asleep"

I didn't believe he just said that in front of everyone. But when i turned around, his arrogant face said, 'yes you heard me correct'.

"Listen, i have already told you that i was just - you know what? think whatever you want to think, its useless to tell you the truth anyways, you won't believe me, and even if you believed you won't accept it due to that big ass ego of yours"

I turned around and left, not listening to whatever he had to say to insult me further.

I reached the parking lot when a car stopped beside me. I looked to find a tattooed guy sitting in the driver seat, looking at me.

"Want a lift?" He asked lifting an eyebrow.

"No, i am good" i replied.

"I am Harley, by the way" he forowarded his hand for handshake.

"Good" i said awkwardly.

He pulled his hand back.

"What is your name, again?"

"I am Natasha Lorraine" i chatised, smiling politely.

"See ya around, bud" he waved at me.

"See you" i muttered when his car was out of view.

I searched among the information in my brain to find out what 'bud' means. Maybe it was the short form for buddy? 

I reapeated the word in my mouth. Well, its gross.

I reached my home, slept for an hour and spent my remaining day studying. When i was done studying it was 8 o' clock. I didn't have the time to clean the house today and neither my housemate did it. I will do it later tomorrow.

I cooked sphagetti for both of us and slept after finishing my dinner.

*clap*

*clap*

I woke up. It was after midnight and somebody was clapping, i mean who claps at this hour of night. I stood up.

*clap, clap , clap*

I went outside and looked downstairs standing behind the railing.

Oh my god!

I turned around immediatly, my cheeks turning into an impossible shade of red.

*thump*

Shit!

It wasn't any clapping noise. The rude boy was having sex on the couch. I ran inside my room.

They should do that in the goddamned room. I wasn't able to sleep due to their constant moaning and thumping. So, i just stopped trying to sleep, and covered my ears with the pillow.

It was past three when the sounds stopped. I was thirsty by then. So, i left my room, covering my eyes with my hands, in case.

I removed my hands a bit when i reached near the railing and peeked downstairs. The couch was empty  for my relief, and there wasn't anyone in the hall.

I went to the kitchen to drink water, when a dark shadow in the corner startled me, before i can scream-

"Why are you awake this late?" He asked. I know this voice.

"Not any of your buisness" i snapped.

I have taken so much of his bullshit, i don't think i have the energy to deal with him right now.

I drank a glass full of water and turned around to leave.

"Hey! Thank you for the sphagetti and bread the other day" he whispered.

I think either i misinterpreted him or i misheard him.

I gasped in shock and looked at him when i realised he really did thank me.

"Did you like it?" i asked, curiously.

"Yeah, It was um - it was.... good" he muttered rubbing the back of his neck.

Is complementing somebody's cooking skill that hard?

Well, i always knew i am a great of a chef. He brought me back to reality by-

"Something is there on your cheek" he said pointing towards my left cheek.

"Here?" I asked, placing a finger on my cheek.

"Were you drooling?" He asked, struggling to contain his laughter.

"No, i was not!" I shouted at him, embarrased.

"Yes, you were" he managed to say in between his laughter.

I ran toward my room, and went straight in the attatched bathroom. I stood in front of my reflection. There wasn't any sign of drooling. He was lying.

He was just making fun of you, my brain reminded.

"Ughhhh"

I sighed in frustration.

What an asshole?!