But the heavy hand of mortification smacks me in my neck when I try to open the door and it's fucking locked.
Wow.
The embarrassment.
…Wow.
If I could open up the ground right now and fall in…
Why would he lock his door?
I mean, he has every right to lock his door. But did he assume that I was going to try and come after him, and that’s why he preemptively locked it?
God damn it. How embarrassing.
Slinking away, tiptoeing, I head back to my room across the hall.
The door opens up behind me.
“Gabby,” the deep voice says, as if he was straight up listening out for me and got up lightning quick. As soon as he heard the faintest sound… was he waiting for me?
Clicking my mouth, I wince as I close my eyes tight, my back still to him.
Turning around slowly, I pipe up, trying to play it off. “Oh, hey, what's up?” I say.
He stands by the door, looking at first worried, or eager, or something. And then he looks smug.
God damn it, I want to smack him.
“Everything okay?” he asks.
I hesitate for a minute, then say, “Yeah, of course it's okay. Why wouldn't it be okay?” I ask.
Smiling, he leans at the threshold of his door, arms folded, shrugging one shoulder. He smiles, narrowing his eyes flirtatiously at me.
“I mean, you tried to open my door just now, so I'm just wondering if you needed something,” he says.
God damn it. How humiliating. I need to fix this.
Turning to face him, fully straightening up now, I say, “Yeah, I was, um, I, um, I…”
I start stuttering.
God damn it, why am I stuttering? What is happening?
His smile grows a little wider until I can see teeth.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” I say quickly, the words tumbling out of my mouth as I turn on my heels and go to my room and slam the door.
I can hear him laughing out there.
Dumbass.
Bet that did a lot for his ego.
It doesn’t take long until I hear a rap at the door.
