Alexander calls through the door. “Minnie?”
Yup, shattering into a million little ice cubes sounds great right about now.
“Minnie, I know it’s late; I just need to grab some things.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and mutter, sounding like an annoyed cat in front of this tall guest I’ve summoned into my living room. I pull my hand away from my face and glare up at him, my jaw tight. “Stay.Quiet.” I turn around and open the door a hair, peering out to see Alexander.
He stands there in his usual suit. Must have come straight from work. His flat brown hair looks a touch messy, and his blue-gray eyes look bored. The only nice thing about seeing him is realizing he’s taller than the man in my apartment by maybe three inches. But he’s also lanky like a sapling. Amber always teases me for liking sickly looking skinny white boys. Which is true, but she doesn’t have to say it so loud.
“Alexander, what do you want?”
“Can I, uh, come in?” he asks.
“No,” I tell him.
Alexander scoffs. “Wow, okay, didn’t realize things had gotten that bad.”
We didn’t sleep together for three months, and you were surprised we broke up?I don’t have the energy for that conversation. Not tonight and not ever.
“Are you serious?” I ask. “Look, can't you pick up your stuff tomorrow?”
“I’m here right now. Come on, Minnie.”
Sighing, I say, “I’ll bring it out to you. What did you even leave here?”
“My toothbrush…”
“Oh, are you being serious?” I want so badly to open the door wider, so I can slam it in his face. “Buy a new toothbrush.”
“I was thinking, okay? I have other stuff. Let me in, please?”
“Now’s not a good time.” I don’t want to beg him to leave, but it’s looking like that’s my best option. “I had a long day, and I just want to sit and read and forget about the world, alright?”
A voice growls behind me. “Minnie?”
Oh, good, the naked-man knows my name now.
“Um…who is that?” Alexander asks, now craning his neck to try and look into my apartment.
Before I can even come up with an excuse, the man I’ve been trying to hide pushes the door open further, almost hitting Alexander right in the forehead. I stand there, no doubt looking rather guilty, with a massive naked man looming behind me.
“Rosier,” he says with the confidence of a man not showing his dick to the entire hallway. “You must be Alex.”
Alexander hates when people call him Alex. Rosier–I guess that’s the man’s name–has no way of knowing that, yet still vexes my ex in a way few people know how.
Alexander’s white skin goes red. “Oh, sothat’swhy I can’t come in?”
“Please don’t shout,” I hiss. I’ve only lived in this apartment for a few months and don’t need my neighbors to make a noise complaint.
“You’re the one who started shouting!” he insists.
I know I wasn’t, but my saying so isn’t going to help the situation.
He stares at me, his top lip twitching. “I can’t believe you’re already sleeping around! Or did you get a jump start before we broke up?”
“If you’re accusing me of something, say it, Alexander!” Now Iamshouting, but I’m not going to let him say I’m sleeping around, never mind him implying I cheated on him.
I slam the door shut. Alexander keeps shouting nonsense in the hallway but I ignore him, marching into the single bathroom in my apartment. I hear tall, rude, and handsome follow me.
