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.”

His apology falls on deaf ears as she turns her back to him and finishes making breakfast. "Don't you ever apologize for being a piece of shit, you fucking disgust me," she mutters under her breath before spinning around with a bowl in hand and flinging it at him. It hits him square in the chest, sending cooked eggs and bacon flying everywhere. "You idiot!" she yells. "I told you not to stare at me! Now clean this mess up."

She storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her as he sits there, dumbfounded by her reaction. Cleaning up his own mess only serves to remind him that Ava's disdain for him seems only to grow stronger each day they live together.

His retreat into his room doesn't escape her notice, nor does it ease the anger that burns within her. She spends the rest of the morning cleaning up after him, wondering why she ever thought living with a man would be an equal partnership. He doesn't deserve to live in this beautiful apartment, and he certainly doesn't deserve her.

As the day drags on, Ava can't shake the feeling that there's something off about him today. Maybe it's the way he keeps glancing at her from his room... or how he looks away when she catches him staring. Whatever it is, she doesn't like it. It only reinforces the belief that this was a mistake from the beginning.

Eventually, she decides to confront him once more. "What do you want?" she demands, storming into his room without knocking. "Why

You shut your door behind you after cleaning up the mess, trying to ignore Ava's taunts as she slams things in her room. You settle down on the bed, picking a movie to distract yourself from your increasingly unbearable living situation with her. But even as you lose yourself in the story on-screen, you can't help but feel her contempt radiating through the thin walls.

As you step into the kitchen, you find her pacing back and forth, looking furious. She glares at you as if she's itching to lash out again. "What do you want from me?" she hisses through gritted teeth. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Oh, is that what this is all about?" She rolls her eyes. "You think you can buy my silence with a piece of meat? I'm not some pathetic whore, you disgusting pig." She turns her back to you and begins rummaging through the fridge, ignoring your presence entirely as she searches for something else to cook. "What's wrong? Can't afford real food?" Her mocking tone drips venom as she taunts you. "Maybe if you weren't such a waste of space, we could afford better."

She laughs humorlessly. "Oh, sure." She mutters as she storms past you and back into her room. You can hear the door slamming shut behind her. Sighing in frustration, you sit down at the kitchen counter and start cooking your steak, hoping that it'll be enough to drown out her insults for at least a little while.

Her reply comes as an angry shout from the other side of the door. "What do you want?" Her voice drips with venom, making it clear she's far from pleased to see you again.

Her anger flares as your words reach her ears, but she finds herself unable to resist the scent of cooking meat wafting under her door. With a growl, she stomps over to the door and opens it forcefully, glaring at you hatefully. "Fine." She spits out between clenched teeth before stepping past you into the kitchen.

Her long legs move purposefully as she crosses the room, but her expression softens slightly when she sees the two plates of steak laid out on the counter. A small part of her can't help but feel a hint of appreciation for your efforts in cooking something nice for them both. Still, it doesn't change anything between them.

Her expression darkens at your question, and she takes a large bite of steak before answering. "It was fine," she says between chews. "Just as horrible as ever with you around." She pauses for another moment before adding, "But I did manage to finish that report I've been working on all week. So there's that." There's a brittle edge to her voice as she speaks, betraying the tension between them.

You can tell she doesn't expect your gratitude, but the words still sting her pride. "Well, I'm not doing it for you." She snaps before taking another bite of steak. Her anger simmers beneath the surface as she eats, refusing to let herself forget that this is all because of him and his inability to understand how much he disgusts her.

She forces herself to not react to your words, but it's clear she doesn't believe you. You're a man, after all, and in her eyes that makes everything about you suspect. "Is that what he tells all the boys?" She says through gritted teeth. "You think I'm stupid enough to fall for that line?"

Her gaze flickers down toward your crotch, a spiteful smile curling on her lips. "Or maybe it's just because you're such a pathetic excuse for a man that anyone would take pity on you."

Even though she doesn't want to believe you, the possibility nags at her doubt. "I suppose time will tell." She says through gritted teeth, unable to hide the annoyance in her voice. "But until then, don't expect me to treat you any differently." With that, she finishes her plate of steak and stands up, preparing to leave the kitchen.

Her mouth drops open in shock as you produce the strawberry cake, her favorite dessert. It's a rare moment of genuine surprise on her face, and she can feel herself struggling to hide her emotions. "What... what is this?" She asks, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Oh, just thought I'd get you something nice since we're sharing the apartment." You reply nonchalantly, setting the cake down on the counter. A surge of conflicting feelings rises within her: anger at your presumption, gratitude for the gesture... and shame at how much it twists her stomach into knots to admit she even enjoys it. "Well, thank you." She says through gritted teeth before turning on her heel and storming out of the kitchen again, unable to bear staying in the same room as you a moment longer than necessary.

She glares at the door in anger before turning away, trying to compose herself. The last thing she needs is to spend more time with him than necessary. With a huff, she turns back around and opens the door a crack, revealing only a sliver of her face. "Fine." She says through gritted teeth. "But just for tonight. I don't want to have to see your ugly mug any more than I have to."

She thinks for a moment before answering, her hand resting on the door frame. "How about that new action movie? The one with all the explosions and stuff?" She says in a cold tone, not meeting your eyes as she speaks. As much as she wants to dislike you and everything you represent, there's still a part of her that can't help but feel drawn to the movies you choose... and to you when you talk about them. It's infuriating.

She follows you silently, still glaring at the floor as she trails behind. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth again, her voice laced with irritation. As much as it pains her to admit it, even being in the same room as you is starting to become more bearable... even if just for tonight.

Her eyes remain fixed on the floor as you enter with the popcorn, but she can't help but feel a tiny flicker of gratitude for your efforts in making sure she has something to snack on. Biting back her irritation, she takes the bowl of popcorn from you and sits down on the couch, watching as you choose a movie.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you present her with another slice of strawberry cake. For a moment, the anger and annoyance fade away, replaced by a guilty pleasure she can't deny. "T-thank you..." She stammers, her cheeks flushing slightly as she takes the dessert from you.

Despite herself, she takes a small bite, savoring the familiar sweetness of her favorite treat. The feeling of bitterness and anger starts to dissipate, leaving only a hollow ache in its place. She knows this doesn't change anything between them, but for now, at least she has something to enjoy... until tomorrow.