Chapter 2
As I finished having dinner I decided to play some quiet music and read for a while. I sat and stretched on the couch after quickly washing the dishes, I had to clean and get my clothes ready for the following day, but I needed some relax first. I looked around my place, fixing my stare for a second on the private university titles I had hung up on the wall and felt pride at knowing that even if it was not much, I had earned living here by studying and working hard and I didn't need any help from anyone.
I'd heard the hippies walk upstairs and into the appartment next door, but they hadn't been particularly loud. I regretted this thought the moment I opened the book I was currently reading, "12 rules for life", by one of the most inspirational philosophers I've ever read. What I had wanted to be a chill night at home turned into a full on party the moment someone in my new neighbor's house decided to play some thunderous music that inmediately destroyed my peace.
-It's okay, it's 11 pm, they will turn it down before midnight- I thought to myself, as I got up to grab some headphones and put them on to listen to the newest album by Taburete. I sat down again, and as if magically, the doorbell rang. I walked to the door and, not much to my surprise, my neighbor stood on the other side, holding two cups full of beer and a confident smile. Normally, a girl like her, with those deep eyes, standing on my doorstep would have intimidated me to death, but I was not falling for the old denim jacket and tight as hell jeans trick. I just hoped she wouldn't try and make fun of me again.
-I just realized I didn't tell you what time to come over and also forgot to ask your name before you left- she said, offering me one of the cups. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed it and stared at her, trying to figure out if she was either stupid, trying to piss me off or just deaf.
-I told you, I don't want to have nothing to do with your kind of people. What are you going to do tonight, smoke weed and fill out social support forms?
She looked hurt for a second, but her cute,almost cocky smile returned quickly.
-You'd be surprise to find out how similar we probably are... wait, what is that book- she stepped right into my apartment and took a hold of it before I could even turn around- really? You're reading The Philosopher.
-It's actually pretty useful, but of course you wouldn't know- I took the book back from her hands and put it back on the closest shelf
-Right, right, useful- she took a swig of her beer- so you when are you gonna teach me how to make my bed in the morning in order to get my life together?
It wasn't really the flirting what made me mad, nor the stupid way her whole face moved when she winked after she said it. It wasn't that she licked her lips to get a drop of beer that had been there left hanging- not that I had been staring- or how she brushed her hair and laid back against the wall. It was all of it, the fact that a stranger had just walked into my home without invitation. One thing was at least clear, she wasn't a vampire, although by the looks of her pale skin and bright red lips, she might as well have been.
-Just get out of here and go do whatever you commies are up to these days, and try not to get someone to call the police.- I basically pushed her out of the door and closed it, and I had just sat down and realized I was still holding the beer when there was a knock. Of course, it was her- what the hell do you want now, I told you I don't wanna hang out with you
-Chill, princess, or should I use a more bourgeois title?- I faked laughed at her terrible joke- First of all, I came back for my cup, and I still don't know your name, and you see, I'm gonna need it to know it's been you when the cops tell us someone has called them
I wondered how I could get to hate someone so quickly- the name is Victoria, now , if you could leave me alone, I have things to do.- I slammed the door, picked up my headphones and went to bed.