You take your free day to relax, giving yourself time to yourself. No work, no papers, no annoyance, no women, just pure silence-
Damnit...
Your eyes track the new girl to the collection as Miguel and the woman walk into the apartment, Miguel's eyes darting to you for a quick glance. He sets down her bag on the table, pulling out her homework, making you visibly roll your eyes almost to the back of your damn head.
Why does he-
"Can we have the living room?". The woman asks you, a hint of annoyance in her voice as you crack your neck into her direction, making Miguel sigh.
"My room, c'mon". Miguel takes her away, making you want to gag.
You watch your show peacefully, drinking some orange juice as you hear it once again. No...not on your off day..you just want to relax. No..not this time. You practically bounce off of the couch as you clench your fists, storming down the hall before banging your fist against the door.
"KEEP IT DOWN OR SO HELP ME I'LL BURN THE PLACE DOWN". Your blood rises fast, feeling shocked at your own words. It wasn't necessary, but it sounded alot better in your head beforehand.
The silence gets loud, making you hesitate on your own words before you hear Miguel chuckle behind his door. You could've sworn your veins were popping as you rush back to the living room, turning off the TV and collecting your orange juice before heading to your own room and slamming the door.
Music...quick...
You slip on your headphones, frantically looking for a good song as you just let your playlist take over, taking a moment to breathe and break off any sounds around you. The grip on your legs loosens as you breathe in deeply, feeling more at peace by the minute.
You felt a pair of eyes on you, causing your own to snap open like you were the living dead, making Miguel smile from your doorway. His lips moved, making you remove your headphones as you spit out.
"What".
"I said are you okay".
"Couldnt you have just kept your dick in your pants for my day off". You say with slight attitude, making your point without needing to cause an argument.
Miguel leans against your door, Sneering at you shamelessly. You try to ignore him, putting on your headphones, but he begins to speak each time you try.
"Miguel for gods sake just give me some peace".
"Why?".
"Your not usually this annoying- oh". You check your phone, your eyes lighting up upon seeing your current fling text you back with some heart emojis.
Miguel eyes you carefully, picking up on your excitement, his jaw locking as he darts his eyes between yours and your phone. He crossed his arms, trying to think of some sort of excuse to get into your business.
"Who you talking to?".
"Nun".
"Nun?". Miguel raises an eyebrow.
"Nunya business". You respond with a smile, walking passed him to leave your room and get yourself pampered to look good for your new fling. Miguel scoffs silently at your actions, his eyes following you around the apartment.
He stands in your doorway, lips pursing together to wonder why you have the sudden need to look good. His eyes lock onto yours for a moment as you sit in front of the bathroom mirror, setting on light makeup with a frown.
"Yes?".
"What're you doing".
"What does it look like Miguel". You roll your eyes as he pouts. Miguel walks back to his room, forgetting he had a woman inside of it. The woman walks out about five minutes later, heading straight for the door with a wave.
Your eyes pierce through Miguel's as he walks into the bathroom, slipping by in just a towel. You stare dumbfoundedly, your eyes flickering up and down.
"Now what in the hell are you doing-".
"I need to shower. Is that illegal?". Miguel huffs.
"Can it wait?".
"I think my shower matters more than your makeup" Miguel responds, shutting the curtains behind him as your eyes track the towel that's tossed over them, the shower water running suddenly.
You roll your eyes, continuing to prep yourself as your phone dings, making you smile. He's messaged you again, causing your heart to flutter. Maybe this guy can be the one-
"Is that your new boyfriend?". Miguel cuts your thoughts intrusively. You dart to stare at him as he peeks his head out of the curtains, his hair flat and disheveled, his eyes glaring at your phone, trying to read the message from a distance.
"Hopefully" you sigh, putting on your last touches. Miguel huffs, returning to the shower as you walk out to go get dressed into something better. You slip on a tight long sleeve, slipping on some knee high shorts that cling to your thighs perfectly.
"Good job Y/n". You smile to yourself, taking a good look in the mirror before looking at your texts again. You whistle to yourself, excited for his arrival as you pace around your apartment, causing Miguel to roll his eyes each time he sees you pass by the bathroom.
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Miguel's eyes glare into the back of your guys heads, mostly his. The way his arm snaked around your shoulder had him gritting his teeth. Although he shouldn't be watching in the first place, it was his apartment too.
"Miguel? You good man?". Your date asks, Turning to frown at Miguel with a laugh.
Miguel almost lunged, that cruel mocking laugh made his skin boil. He stood a few feet away from the couch where you and your date were "relaxing" and watching a movie. That could've been him...could've been-
"Miguel?". Your voice causes his eyes to dart to you, wanting nothing more to hear you say that this wasn't gonna last. But you didn't. You just stared at him like he was insane.
"Did you...wanna join us or..?". Your sentence trails, trying to discover Miguel's weird pose and stare. Miguel shifts for a moment, as if he had to think about his answer that he already decided on before silently walking to the couch. You moved closer to your date, giving him room on the couch as Miguel sat down next to you.
Your date seemed uncomfortable, but didn't want to cause a scene. Your date was glaring daggers back and forth between Miguel and the tv, trying to figure out his deal.
"Do you wanna head to your room?". Your date whispers in your ear, causing you to jump at the sudden suggestion, your skin prickling and melting at the seems. Before you could answer, Miguel had a hand on your thigh.
"Your studies, did you get that assignment done?". Miguel's voice seems half annoyed and half curious. You turn to Miguel with a raised eyebrow, engaging into the conversation harmlessly, making your date frown.
"Yeah it was tough, but I think the pizza did the trick. Got it submitted just in time".
Miguel mirrored your innocent smile, his ego inflating when he saw your date losing his grip. You may have been oblivious, but it didn't take much for you to put two and two together to have multiple questions for Miguel buried in the back of your head.
You awkwardly shifted between them, wiggling deeper into the couch as if you were trying to disappear into it. You didn't really consider it, but it started to occur to you that something was wrong when the two of them were glaring at each other more than the movie, which you were more interested in if you were being honest-
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"What the hell is wrong with you?!". You shout at the top of your lungs, your voice booming off of the walls, bouncing all towards Miguel as he remained with his arms crossed, denying any action that made him guilty.
It wasn't often, but it was certainly an occurrence when you two would argue with each other. Wether it be over food, his sex habits, or something that yours or his short temper just couldn't handle.
This time, the argument was justifiable as you sit and scream at Miguel for ruining your date when you went to use the bathroom. Something had to have happened because when you returned, your date was gone, and you intended to find out why.
"He was just gonna use you anyway, I did you a favor". Miguel huffed angrily.
"YOU don't get to decide!". You shout even louder, pointing an accusing finger that pressed into his chest harshly. He stared at your finger for a moment, contemplating something in his head before grabbing that hand, an unbelievable grip that you couldnt pull away from.
"Miguel-".
"Mi Cariño, you need to trust me. You don't want a man that will just use you".
"Miguel you-". Before you could go on another rant of his hypocrisy, his words hit you like a ton of bricks. Did he really just say that? Your head pounded as his usual stone cold face was sitting with a soft expression.
It felt like silence consumed the both of you as you stared at him with disbelief. He wasnt arguing with you anymore. He looked genuinely upset. His grip on your hand loosened slightly, lips parting as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out.
"Y/n! C'mon we're late!". Your childhood friend ruined the most precious moment of your life as she busted through yours and Miguel's door with a large smile. Miguel took a step away from you, releasing your hand and walking to his room quickly.
You watched him leave, your heart rate beginning to slow down again as your friend slung an arm around you, pulling you out the door to go to class.
Damnit...