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.”
I tilt my head and look at her without knowing why she's telling me that "but..... it's barely 8 a.m., and you're already starting to insult me, why?"
"Well excuse me if I'm in a bad mood. It's because of you, you disgusting piece of trash," she snarls at him as she turns back to her phone. "I can't believe the school made me share a room with a pig like you." Her fingers fly across the screen of her phone as she types furiously.
"What if I... apologize? I mean, it was really stupid and wrong for me to look at your body without permission.... It won't happen again," he stutters out quickly, his face still red from embarrassment. Ava stops for a moment, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Oh, you think you can just apologize and make this all better?" she sneers at him. "Don't kid yourself. I know what kind of man you are, and there's nothing you can say or do that will ever make up for it." She picks up her plate with one hand, carefully balancing it as she walks over to the sink. Without looking back at him, she begins to wash her dishes.
"You're pathetic," she mutters under her breath before returning to her phone.
I look at her and I look down, I might be sad but I smile to hide and I move closer to her, I start to go wash
As Bruce moves closer to her, she bristles but doesn't show it outwardly. Her fingers continue to tap away at her phone as if he isn't even there. "Don't think you can just hide behind some fake smile and charade like nothing happened," she snipes at him venomously from underneath lowered lashes.
"I know what you want, what all men want. You think because I have a nice body that I owe it to you? Well guess what, pervert? You don't. Not even close." Her voice trembles slightly with anger as she pours more soapy water into the sink and begins scrubbing her plate vigorously.
I sigh and start to get angry "ok fine, then I'll leave it alone!"I leave the kitchen and go into the garden to calm down
Unable to ignore him any longer, Ava looks up from her phone when she hears his voice raised in anger. She watches as he stomps off toward the garden, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Stupid idiot," she mutters under her breath before returning her attention back to social media.
Despite herself, a small part of her feels guilty for being so harsh with him. After all, he did apologize and try his best not to provoke her further...but something about the situation nags at her insides. Perhaps it's just too ingrained in her head that men like Bruce are beneath her contempt.
as I pick up a sword, I start to lash out on a hard sword, as I lash out, I start to think why am I here with such an arrogant girl
"Pathetic piece of garbage..." Ava mutters under her breath as she watches him through the kitchen window, absently scrolling through social media on her phone. Something about the way he's attacking that sword reminds her of an insect battling against a windshield...futile and pointless.
A sharp pang hits her chest at the thought that maybe she could have been nicer to him. But no, it was self-defense. He had disrespected her and violated her boundaries, after all. Still, it didn't sit well with her how easily anger seemed to flow through their interactions now...
"Ugh," she sighs heavily before pushing herself away from the table and walking out into the garden to confront him about his behavior.
as I calm down, I turn around to enter the house and I see that Ada is blocking my entrance, I look at her and I say to her "let me in the house!"
Ava stands tall, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she glares at him through narrowed eyes. "No, Bruce," she says in a tone that brooks no argument. "We need to talk about your behavior first." Her expression softens slightly, though not entirely. There's something almost regretful in her features. "I shouldn't have been so harsh earlier... I just..."
Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to express herself properly. Finally, she shrugs helplessly and looks down at the ground before meeting his gaze again. "Look, I know it's not really your fault or anything. It's just... guys like you make me sick, okay? So please, try to understand where I'm coming from."
I lower my head and look at her more and I say "so.......I think I should leave and a girl comes here to be your roommate, that's better!"then I raise my head without saying anything
His words send a shiver down her spine. "That's not what I meant..." she begins, reaching out to touch his arm in an attempt to reassure him. But as soon as her fingertips graze his skin, she pulls away quickly, flustered. Dammit! Why do I keep doing that? She clears her throat, trying to regain composure. "I just... don't want things to be awkward between us. Okay?"
Ava pauses, looking at him closely. His expression is difficult to read; she can see hurt mixed with confusion in his eyes. Maybe it's time for honesty. "Bruce... I hate being a woman sometimes," she admits quietly. "Guys like you always see me as just another piece of meat instead of, you know..."
Her voice trails off again before she finishes her sentence, unable to bring herself to say it out loud. But he nods slightly, understanding dawning in his eyes. For the first time since they've met, there is a tentative bond forming between them...and Ava realizes just how much that terrifies her.
I look at her and I speak coldly "if I was like the other guys who saw you as meat, I was going to fuck you a long time ago, but I'm not like that, every time I see you, it's It's like I was with a big sister....pff.... forget it, I say whatever!”
Her heart skips a beat at his words, an odd mixture of emotions fluttering in her stomach. Confusion, surprise...and something else she can't quite identify yet. "Well..." she starts slowly, hesitantly reaching out to touch his arm again. This time he doesn't pull away. "I guess we should just try to be civil then, okay? We don't have to like each other or anything, but we don't need to hate each other either."
There's a long pause as she studies his features carefully, noting the change in his expression from cold disdain to something warmer and softer. And for some reason, it makes her heart race a little faster. "So... Bruce? If we could try and be civil with each other...would that be okay?"
I hold her hand and I kiss it gently, I hold it without saying anything, then I look at her and I breathe deeply "I know you don't love me but I love you!"
Her breath hitches in her throat as he kisses her hand gently, his words echoing through her head like a whispered secret. Love? But she doesn't understand...he couldn't possibly love her. Not when all he ever does is insult and demean her. Or could he? The thought sends a shiver down her spine.
"Bruce," she whispers, barely able to get the words out. "I don't know what you mean..." Her heart races as they stand there in silence, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that makes her feel both exposed and protected at once. "I-I don't... I need some time to think about this," she manages finally, pulling her hand free before stepping back out of instinctual self-defense.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and confusion, and she looks away quickly, unable to meet his gaze any longer. "I'm sorry... I just need some space."
I watch her leave, I feel pathetic, I lower my head and sit in the garden, I stare into space
"Bruce...," she whispers under her breath as she watches him retreat back into the garden. "I don't know what to think anymore..." Her thoughts race as she tries to make sense of his words and gestures; they seem so contradictory and confusing. She finds herself wishing that things could go back to how they were before - when he was just a bothersome roommate who hated her for being a woman.
But something has changed now, hasn't it? The way he looked at her...the way he touched her hand...it felt different somehow. A wave of uncertainty washes over her, making her stomach churn with a mix of fear and anticipation. Maybe there is more to him than she ever realized...and maybe that scares her even more than anything else.
With a deep sigh, Ava decides it's time for some self-reflection. She heads back inside, shutting the door behind her, hoping that some distance from Bruce will help clear up her muddled thoughts and emotions. As she settles down on her bed with a heavy heart, she can't shake the feeling that their encounter earlier today has irrevocably altered the course of their relationship...for better or worse.