The Asocial Ones

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Let's be brutally honest

I woke up. Not wanting to, never wanting to face reality and the lies hidden behind perfectly sculpted scenarios. I could see past it.

Not on purpose. Shut up. It never was. I never asked to be here; not once.

So why must I continue? Well why not? You being here does nothing as well as if you weren't.

It turns out that his name was Aleksandr. He's Russian. I had only met him in the library. His body laid out across the couch I usually occupied. He was reading up on psychology.

I wasn't interested in him or watching him like a creep, just somewhat observing an animal in it's natural habitat.

"Hello." A deep voice said, slightly air with an accent accompanying it. He didn't once look up from his book as he spoke.

I glanced around the area to find that it was only we two. His pale fingers turned the page, emitting through the silent air.

When I met his face deep brown eyes stared straight back at me. Not as if he were looking at me, he didn't look into my eyes but found a spot between my eyebrows. An emotionless bored expression.

It made my flesh itch and my arms burn as it scraped against my sweater. I walked closer to the man, sitting in a chair across from the couch.

Aleksandr glanced back at his book, seeming completely at ease as he absorbed the words. I watched his face, silently getting caught in a trance as he licked his bottom lip.

Stop watching him. My slinder fingers became of interest.

"You do not speak?" Aleksandr breathe smoothly into the room. I only looked at him. How are you supposed to tell someone that you don't speak?

He closed the book suddenly and looked over at me before picking up another. I could smell him from my seat. A manly smell, not in the disgusting work out way, but more of a sophisticated smell that completely disable your thinking process.

"Did you expect something different? So many people expect me to blow up at any second and beat the innocent. It's very vexatious.To play mind games and hurt the peace, everyone is a victim of pain already. It consumes us all at one point. You gulp as if you have something to say and keep a dark stare to anyone who tries to interact with you, but a question still boggles my mind."

He couldn't have possibly known all of those things from just looking at me. No one's ever tried to figure me out or succeed in figuring me out, but he is hot on my tail.

He staring and he can see right through me.

"Why do you hurt yourself?"

It made me sick to think about. It made me nervous and sweaty under his intensive stare. My throat felt tighter than ever and I could feel my heart pounding loudly in my ears.

The stinging burn as my nails bit into my palms, leaving bloody crescents.

Then the bell rang; loudly, causing an uncomfortable shiver to run down my spine when I realized that I was there alone.

Could it all have just been my imagination? Have you finally jumped off the deep end?

The spot was empty, no imprints or traces of anyone ever sitting there, but those deep brown eyes. A brown I had never seen before were to haunt me and leave me utterly confused.

2 weeks in of school we move in. Dorming with some stranger that you'll either love or hate but will continue to see until the next year.

The hallway smelled fresh, like jasmine as I approached my room 482. The room wasn't as small as I expected, white and pale green walls and two small beds place on opposite walls. Two large modern windows with white curtains over them. The floor being a dark wood stopping at the large washroom.

I unpacked my clothes and put my other items on the box shelves and desk with a laptop.

Hopefully my roommate wouldn't be too bad. Definitely not Arveon. Please not him. I layed on my bed and plugged my ears closing my ears as Bachelor took over my mind.

"Hardvor!"

That must be my roommate and indeed it was as I peeked an eye open. There was a guy stumbling backwards as he walked into the room with what I thought was a girl perched his waist, but surprised when the image became clear to me.

The guy with his legs hitched to Hardvor noticed me and lost his grip, descending to the floor. He stood up to his full height, jumping slightly in him black moon boots?

"Hardvor go back to your dorm!" He tried to discretely whisper yell. The Hardvor glared at the lilac haired boy before taking his exit.

He smiled towards me brightly, sticking his pale lanky arm out.

"Jarle."

I glanced at his hand before turning back to my pod. I didn't care who he was, but he was making noise and invading my quiet time.

Jarle huffed and walked over, snapping his fingers in my face.

"I know you're not deaf, so name? Age? Sexuality? Ever been to jail?" He had a European accent, with their r's and silent h's.

I stared at him. Please just go away. He twisted his lip ring sickeningly before placing his hands on my head.

"By the sweet, oh gracious power vested in me, I now pronounce you a draut!" Jarle explained with his legs perched in concentration. 

Draut?

Jarle noticed the boys confused face and laughed, wiping away a nonexistent tear.

"You my dearest are a princess." Jarle said with a smirk before pacing around the small room.

"I mean, I don't discriminate when it comes to these things. Gay, straight, bi, lesby, pansy, transy etcetera. I can take it or give it." Jarle winked his hazelnut eyes.

I bit the inside of my lip, rolling my eyes at him.

"There it is! I've finally gotten a reaction out of the draut." Jarle exclaimed, pulling out his phone as it beeped.

His face lit up in annoyance as he stuffed it in his back pocket.

"Boys will be boys, as well as man sluts." Jarle mumbled before grabbing somethings and winking at me as he sashayed out of the room.

Just my luck, I'm stuck in a closet space with a deranged lunatic.