Three Floors Down (W2S)

well that was awkward

I walk in to the building with Freezy, having just came back from football.

"Chip, Cal, hurry the fuck up." Freezy shouts at the two lagging behind.

We get to the elevator and Freezy nudges me, but I ignore him since I'm replying to a text from Ethan. He does it again and again.

"What the fuck do you want?" I groan, looking up to see him looking straight ahead, I follow his eyes and then I understand.

There she stands. 

She's dressed in a pair of simple skinny, black jeans and a burgundy Adidas t-shirt. She looks completely effortless yet completely enticing. Her hair is pulled back in to a ponytail and a pair of black Vans sit on her feet. In one hand is her phone and in the other is her post, which is three letters. I notice Freezy and Chip staring.

"Stop." I mumble, nudging Freezy in the ribs.

"Yo-that's her, isn't it?" He questions, his voice low.

"Maybe." I sigh.

The elevator dings and she walks in, we walk in after her and she just notices us. She smiles at me. I smile back. She awkwardly stands there, rubbing her arm and I can tell she's probably a bit intimidated by four boys standing in an elevator with her. 

"This is awkward." Callux mumbles and Chip laughs.

"You're making it awkward." I give him a glare but he doesn't seem to care.

"Are you new here?" Cal turns to look at her and she looks bewildered at his approach.

"Cal-leave her alone man." Freezy moans, he too, noticing her reaction.

"What-I'm just asking her a question." He says, exasperatedly.

"You don't even know her." Chip chuckles.

"That's the point of talking to her." Cal says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

The elevator suddenly dings and I hear her breathe out a sigh of relief. We part to either side of the elevator for her and she quickly walks out, disappearing to the right of the doors. As soon as the doors close I turn to Cal.

"What the fuck man?" I shout.

His eyes widen, "hey-calm down, I honestly wasn't trying to be funny with her, I just wanted to make her feel welcome to the building."

"Well, you obviously made her uncomfortable man." Freezy sighs.

"Right, well-want me to go apologise?" He asks.

"No." We all say together.

"Too bad, I'm going to apologise." He shrugs, pressing her floor number again.

"No you're not." I press our number again and the elevator moves back up.

"I'll go by myself, you dicks." He moans, as we reach our floor, he walks out and towards the stairs.

We watch him go and decide we can't stop him.

The door opens and closes and we all turn to see Cal walking back in.

"You're back quick." Freezy acknowledges.

"What happened?" I ask him.

"I knocked on her door, she answered, I said 'sorry for making you feel uncomfortable in the lift' and she said 'it's alright' and then I said bye and walked away." He sarcastically replies.

"That's it? I was hoping for her to slap you or something." Chip laughs.

"Nah, she was nice, polite-quiet." Cal recollects.

"Get a look in her flat?" Freezy asks, looking bored but interested at the same time.

"Just boxes and stuff, not much." Cal replies, shrugging. 

I walk down the stairs, a bit worried to take the elevator in fear of coming face to face with her again; I already worry I made her feel uncomfortable and awkward. I finally reach the bottom floor and decide I am too unfit to repeat the process when I come back. I enter the garage and walk to my car, getting in. I quickly text Simon and tell him I'm on my way before pulling out of my parking space and driving out. 

I get home at about half one in the morning, the streets being fairly quiet considering it's a Monday night (or morning) in London and nothing is ever quiet here. I park my car before getting out and walking to the elevator. I step in and press my floor. I lean against the railing on the back wall of the lift, my elbows resting comfortably on the cold metal. I am confused when the elevator dings at the first floor and feel my stomach drop as she walks in. Why is she up at half one? I notice she hasn't changed but has adopted a black hoodie to shield her arms from the cold January night. She looks up as the doors open and goes a paler shade of white as she walks in. She presses her floor and I notice another tattoo on her right wrist, I can't make it out which only makes the curiosity in me burn more. 

Silence consumes us for the first five floors.

Until I decide to open my mouth.