Creating a Monster

Chapter 2: Annoying

I cannot believe some random kid I've never spoken to decides now is the best time to pop up.

God, and I was actually going to go to sleep today. I kicked my book bag to the side after i got the notebook. I walked out of my room, and stomped back down the stairs. I didn't see him anywhere, the hell? Where is this kid?

I looked to my left into the kitchen, nope, not there. I looked the other way into the living room, and there he was. He was laying down on my couch, flipping through pages of a magazine, his bored expression mirrored my own.

I walked over and dropped the notebook on him, it landed on his chest.

He didn't flinch, he just moved his gaze from the magazine, to the notebook, and then up to me. I felt caught in his gaze. He had green eyes that looked almost grayish. Messy dark black hair shaped his face, and his black hoodie rose up and down as he breathed. I stopped myself from looking at him too much. I turned my head and said,

"Get off of my couch. You have the notes, now leave." He lazily got up, grabbing the notebook off his chest in the process. He was smiling, a grin that was smug, like he knew something. And I felt like punching him. Right in the face.

I instead held back my anger and pointed to the door,

"Out, now."

He put his hands in the air, going 'Alright alright, I'm going.'

He stopped at the doorway, brows arched and looking at me. With a smile he said,

"You know... you look nice without all that make-up caked onto your face."

My face turned bright red,

"You motherfucking piece of arrogant shit!"

I felt the urge to punch him again, but instead I snatched the notebook out of his hand and slammed the door in his face.

I heard a little chuckle from the other side of the door,

"Touchy." He said. And then his steps echoed away till I couldn't hear them anymore.

When I see him tomorrow morning, I'm punching him.