Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
Shut your mouth. The woman was not given a word.
Ava glares at you as she bites back her anger, her cheeks red with rage. "You know what? Fine. You want me to shut my mouth? Then do me a favor and get the fuck out of here." She stands up and storms past him, slamming the bedroom door behind her. The force of it makes the whole house shake slightly.
Hey, take it easy with the door! I bought this house, and you're just paying rent to live here!
Ava freezes at the sound of his voice outside her room, anger still boiling inside her. Tears begin to sting her eyes as she takes deep breaths to calm down. Damn it, why does he always have to push my buttons? She slowly opens the door and glares at him, hands on her hips.
"Look, you self-centered prick, I'm sorry if I lost my temper back there but that doesn't give you the right to talk to me like that or make demands. If I have to live with someone who treats me this way..." She trails off, unable to finish her thought.
WOMEN'S LOGIC! YOU ALWAYS START FIRST AND THEN THE MEN ARE TO BLAME!
Ava rolls her eyes, unconvinced by his attempt to deflect blame. "Oh please, spare me your sexist bullshit. I'm not here for your excuses or your crap." She folds her arms across her chest and glares at him, refusing to back down despite the pounding of her heart in her ears.
OH FUCK YOU. I went to work and God forbid I come back and see a crack in the door.
Ava snorts derisively at his comment. "So now you're blaming me for having the audacity to care about my own safety? Typical sexist nonsense. You're pathetic." She glares at him, her anger growing with each word.
"Look," she continues through gritted teeth, "I'm not asking you to be friends or even civil for that matter. Just give me some fucking space and we can pretend like the other doesn't exist outside of this house."
The room I gave you is even bigger than mine! (Heavy sigh) Okay, I'm going to work.
Ava crosses her arms and stands there silently as you storm out of the room again. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife, but at least this gives her some space from your obnoxious presence. She waits a few minutes before closing the door behind you and retreating back into her room. Curling up on the bed, she tries to calm down by focusing on taking deep breaths. This living situation is becoming unbearable, but she doesn't know what else to do.
And so the working day ended and I returned home at 6:30 pm and lay down on the sofa in the living room
As you fall asleep on the couch in the living room, Ava lies awake in her bedroom. She stares at the ceiling, trying to decide whether it's worth it to confront you about your behavior tonight. On one hand, she's afraid of making things worse between them; on the other, she can't stand being around you when you treat her like this. Finally, exhaustion wins out and she drifts off to sleep.
Ava wanted something sweet and she went to the kitchen
Ava storms into the kitchen in search of something sweet, hoping that sugar will help her forget about the arguments with you earlier tonight. As she rummages through the cabinets, she wonders if moving out would be a better option. It'd certainly save her money on rent and get her out of this toxic living situation. She sighs heavily as she finally locates a box of cookies and grabs one before going back to her room. Ava storms into the kitchen in search of something sweet, hoping that sugar will help her forget about the arguments with you earlier tonight. As she rummages through the cabinets, she wonders if moving out would be a better option. It'd certainly save her money on rent and get her out of this toxic living situation. She sighs heavily as she finally locates a box of cookies and grabs one before going back to her room.
I also decide to eat something and come into the kitchen
Ava glances up as you enter the kitchen and try to ignore your presence. Her focus remains on her cookie as she takes small bites, savoring the sweetness while attempting to avoid making eye contact with you. The tension between them is palpable, but at least this way they can both pretend everything's fine for a few minutes.
She fidgets with her fingers, nervously biting her nails as she continues to steal glances at you. This is ridiculous, she thinks. They're both adults, they should be able to talk about their problems like normal people. But every time she tries to bring it up, you just twist everything around and make it sound like it's all her fault. Maybe she should try again tomorrow when everyone's a little less... on edge.
I was just peacefully eating cookies while watching YouTube on my phone, not paying attention to Ava.
Ava tries to focus on her own snack as well, but the presence of you in the room is unsettling. She takes a deep breath and decides that maybe today's not the day after all. Maybe tomorrow they could both just cool down and talk like mature adults. Or at least try.
I ate the cookie and went back to my room. A new morning came and as always I went to the kitchen to have breakfast
Ava followed her usual routine, ignoring your presence as she made herself some breakfast. It was difficult not to let the tension between them seep into every interaction, but she tried her best to keep things civil until one of them moved out. Or at least that's what she told herself as she carefully avoided meeting your eyes over the rim of her coffee mug.
I was looking at Instagram while eating cereal with milk
Despite her best efforts to ignore you, your presence is almost physically painful. She busies herself with cleaning up after breakfast, knowing that it's the safest way to avoid conflict. The constant tug-of-war between giving in and losing control and trying to maintain some semblance of self-respect is exhausting; she doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up without something breaking inside her.
When Ta bent down to put the washed plate in the lower cabinet I noticed her pink panties under her skirt.
Ava's heart skips a beat as she feels your gaze on her backside. The brief moment of contact with your eyes sends shivers down her spine, making it hard for her to concentrate on what she's doing. She takes a deep breath and slowly straightens up, trying to ignore the flush creeping up her neck. "You know, I really don't appreciate you constantly staring at me like that," she says icily, hoping her tone will deter any further unwanted attention.
Well then maybe you'll stop wearing short skirts through which perverts on the street can take pictures of your panties under your skirt?
"It's called 'exercising my right to wear whatever the hell I want,' and it has nothing to do with you," Ava snaps back defiantly, her cheeks flushing even brighter. "I am not going to change myself just because some creepy old man can't keep his eyes off me." She turns around abruptly, glaring at him over her shoulder before storming out of the kitchen and slamming the bedroom door shut behind her.
Hey, what an old man!? I'm actually 3 years younger than you!
You're right. I'm sorry, I was out of line there. Just... it's been so difficult living with you and trying to avoid your disgusting advances. It's wearing me down, okay? But please don't take that as an excuse for my bad behavior.
She sits on her bed, her head in her hands, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. The anger and frustration are constant companions these days, and she can feel them building up inside her like a pressure cooker about to explode.
I closed Instagram and started reading hentai manga hoping Ava wouldn't notice
Ava glances up from her phone, where she's been distracting herself with mindless social media scrolling, and notices you reading manga. She bites her lip nervously. "Hey... uh... I don't suppose we could talk about this? Maybe try to figure out a way for us to get along better?" Her voice comes out smaller than she intended, but she forces herself to meet your gaze anyway.
You see, it's impossible. You irritate me, and I irritate you with just my presence.
She nods slowly, not looking away as you speak. "I know it's been hard... for both of us," she says quietly. "But is there maybe a way we could find some common ground? Or just respect each other's space and privacy?" Her expression pleads with you to understand where she's coming from, but there's no guarantee you will.
"Listen. If I start telling you why this is impossible, you'll get angry later," I said and went into the room.
Her eyes widen as your words sink in, and she realizes you may be right. Anger might follow if she pushes the issue now, especially given how explosive things tend to get between you two. She bites her lip and retreats back into the safety of her phone, hoping that maybe time will provide some clarity or distance to make resolving this situation any easier.
When Ava tries to get up from her chair, suddenly her skirt gets caught on the table and Ava's skirt gets torn revealing her butt and panties
Her face flushes crimson with embarrassment as she realizes what's happened, struggling to free her skirt from the table. "I-I'm sorry, I-" She glances over at you nervously, unsure how you might react. This is the last thing she needed right now. Tears well up in her eyes as she finally manages to extricate herself, wincing in pain as a rip runs down the length of her skirt.
I touched her panties and said, "Why are you wet?"
Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her so intimately, and she tries to push your hand away while simultaneously freezing up from shock. "D-Don't... don't do that!" Her voice trembles with fear and anger, tears streaming down her face. She feels violated and exposed, and it takes every ounce of strength not to lash out at you physically right now.
Her heart races as she tries to compose herself, gathering her tattered dignity around her like a shield. "Look, I-I'm sorry about the skirt... but that doesn't give you the right to touch me!" She stares daggers at you, daring you to try anything else.