Love Story
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but my birthday is coming up next month, it'll be a great gift!
A/N: Sorry guys, but my computer is down and I don't really fancy typing on laptops, but I'm doing the best that I can! So bear w/ me please.
TAIORA 4 LIFE!!!!!!!!! ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter II
"…Honey, c'mon, it'll be fun!" a voice urged on the other end of the telephone.
"But Griffin, I don't have the time or the money." She smiled into the phone.
"How long has it been since you've seen this place? You know that we have the best time together. Last time was a blast and you know it!"
"Yeah." She grinned.
He could already hear her giving in. "C'mon Sor, ya' know ya' want to."
"You sound like one of those peer pressure adds. I feel like I should just be saying no." she laughed.
"C'mon, everyone's doing it!"
A melodic laugh filled the line.
"I know ya' want to, ya' could never stay away from 'Casa en las nuves' for too long."
"Shut up Griffin." She laughed, "I'll come, I'll come!"
"Thanks, so…"
~***~
"Uh, Mai… is that your name?" he asked, a broad grin stretched across his attractive face.
"Yeah Tai." She grinned batting her faux lashes.
His puppy-dog eyes scrutinized her as she stood before him, practically giving herself to him. She was pretty, he had to admit. Her short golden locks framed her boyishly cut face, complimenting her girlishly beautiful amber eyes. She wore a pink cardigan set and jeans on her slim attractive figure.
*She's pretty, but not like that girl…Oh Damn! Did I just think that that stuck up bitch was pretty? This is what you get for being a flirt!* he reprimanded himself. *Anything with breasts is pretty!*
Shaking the thought from his head, he looked at her again. "Uh, Mai, are there any phones here?"
"Yeah." She smiled, skillfully scooting from the snug booth. "I'll show you the way."
She took his arm as she maneuvered him through the rows of books to one of the back rooms. Turning the corner, she showed him to the two solitary phone booths. One was labeled with an "Out of Order" sign, and the other was occupied.
"Sorry," she grinned flirtatiously, "if ya' want, I can wait with you, she won't be too long."
"That's ok," he returned the grin, "thanks for asking, but I don't want you to get in trouble at work. I'll see ya' later, Mai."
Joy flashed in her eyes at his last sentence. "I'll hold you to that!" she grinned before turning and practically skipped back to the front desk with a broad smile on her face.
As soon as his eyes placed themselves on the occupant of the phone booth, they narrowed. It was she, the lesbian librarian. She hadn't noticed him yet as she chat away cheerfully. She was oblivious to anyone as she giggled while twisting her fingers around the phone cord.
*Wonder if it's her boyfriend she's talking to?*
"Griffin, that's not funny! I'll kick your ass when I get back!" she laughed scornfully.
"Eh hmmm." He said, a little perturbed by his insinuation.
She looked up at him, the twinkling in her eyes dimmed.
He smiled almost sweetly as he tapped the 5 minute limit sign.
A heavy scowl set on her face as she looked away from him. "Hey Griffin, I gotta' go now, some jerk needs to use the phone."
She paused a moment while Griffin spoke.
"I love you too, bye." She responded with a smile.
*Oh Shit! She loves this guy! Damn!*
Placing the phone on the box, she stood up, opened the door and got out. Today she adorned a red long sleeved hoodie with a black long sleeved cropped shirt underneath and a pair of blue jeans. On her feet she wore black K-Swiss. Her hair was pulled in a single ponytail with one long spiral curl.
A scowl betrayed her as she scrutinized him. By modern day standards, he was attractive. *Not only attractive, but Hot!* she thought. He was tall, with long muscular limbs. His shoulders were broad and wide and his torso was flat and chiseled. His jaw was squared and strong, flexing themselves appealingly as he too examined her. His flawlessly carved lips were curved into a slight smile as his eyes beheld her. His eyes… his eyes were unbelievable. They held a simple beauty that seemed to radiate the most pure energy ever felt.
She looked him up and down, noting his attire. He was wearing heavy Timberland boots, baggy black jeans, an Australian futball jersey and a heavy black leather jacket. Slung over one of his shoulders and across his chest was a large gym bag. Atop his head, covering his disheveled brown mane was a simple gray and black scully cap.
"So ya' finally done gabbing in there with your boyfriend?" he asked with a mocking tone.
"Bite me!" she scowled brushing past him.
"Hey." He cried taking her arm.
She whirled around to face him. Her eyes were like white lightening. "What?"
Her eyes caught him off guard at first. He almost gasped at their intensity. "S…sorry." He whispered, not taking his eyes from hers.
"For what?" she scowled, trying to wretch her arm from his grasp.
"About yesterday, about the library…" he whispered letting go of her arm, but not her eyes, "…I'm sorry about everything! I shouldn't have been so rude to you."
"Whatever." She whispered, a mask enveloping her feelings. "Bye."
~***~
As soon as Sunny set foot into the dormitory, Sor burst into hysterics.
"Wait, calm down Sor, tell me what's up!"
"I met a guy!" she began.
"You met a guy!" Sunny exclaimed.
"An amazing guy!"
"Really!"
"Well first of all, his name was T-."
"Guys, some friends of mine are going out, wanna' come?" Mimi burst into the dormitory.
Sunny's eyes lit up, "Yeah, anything to get away from this damn prison."
"Sorry," Sora began, "I can't…"
Sunny turned to her, "But ya' gotta' come! You haven't been out with us in months. I think this love of academia of yours is turning into an obsession."
"Sunny I'm not playing. Griffin called and I'm going up there next week, so I've gotta' finish up some assignments. Prof. Narcissa called me into her class today and told me my project was due this Friday. I asked her why mine was due earlier than everyone else's, she said because she wanted me to actually relax during Spring Break."
"You're going to see Griffin?" Sunny gasped, "Man, you have all the luck! I'm stuck here next week. I couldn't get out even if I wanted to." She frowned.
"So go have your fun, bring me back something to chew on."
"Yeah." She sighed in defeat.
"Some of the guys are coming to pick me up in half an hour." Mimi smiled again, "So I'll see ya' later."
As soon as Mimi was out of the doorway, Sunny turned to her with a confused mock expression. "I seemed to remember talk of a hot guy before we were rudely interrupted?"
"Well, I was on my way back from class this today. I was walking past the quad and I heard this voice. It was like honey, smooth and sweet, powerful yet subtle. He was reciting some poetry when I turned and saw him. He was oh-so-cute with those vast gray eyes and his totally kissable lips! I was just standing there dumbfounded watching him when he suddenly looked up and smiled.
"After his little group broke up, he stood up and came right up to me. Then he said, 'You're Takenouchi, right?' and I just stared at him. I'd never seen him before, and he knew my name. So he introduced himself as Taylor, he sat behind me in Creative Writing, Art History and Cultural Anthropology.
"So we stood there talking for a while, then he suggested we go to this little café on 12th street. We sat there talking about any and everything; he was so amazing! He was so intelligent; we had so much in common! We even went as far as politics, and he had some really good views.
"I looked at my watch and realized that we'd both missed our Art History class, and it was really late. So he starts walking me back to the dorms and he goes, 'Maybe ya' wanna' go out sometime?' I just froze up. I liked him so much, but that question- I don't know-I just wished at that moment I were five million miles away, not in that awkward spot. I ended up saying no," she paused a moment to look Sunny in the eye, "saying yes is still too hard."
"Hon, I don't know what we're going to do about this, you can't keep doing this, it's not healthy."
"I know," she sighed pushing her hair away from her face, "I just can't seem to get my heart to understand that."
"Keep your chin up, when you're ready, you won't be able to help saying no."
"Now go get ready, ya' know how guys get when they have to wait."
"It's probably only the guys from the soccer team, they won't care."
Standing from her seat on Sora's bed, she walked to the closet. "Hey, Sor, can I borrow your jean jacket and the Moroccan skirt?"
"Why are you askin' now, you know you'll just take it?"
"Is it wrong to pretend like I care when the person is actually in the room?"
"When you're as inconsiderate as you are, yes."
"Anyway." She smiled pulling the garments out of the bursting chamber.
As Sunny entered the washroom, Sora took off her jacket, and looked around the room. Her eyes laid themselves on the painting sitting across the room alongside the window. It was of a little girl curled up in a dark corner, eyes downcast and a tear trailing it's way down her round cheeks.
She'd begun it about a month ago, and still couldn't decide on what she wanted to do with the background. She debated whether to surround the girl with an impenetrable darkness, or lighten the effect and give the girl a way out of the darkness, give the little girl hope.
"It's beautiful." A voice breathed behind her.
Whirling around in surprise, she found him standing in the doorway.
"Are you ready?" he asked noting she was still in her same attire, minus the jacket.
"What?" she asked confused, not quite recovering from the shock yet.
"Ya' know, we're going out with Mimi…"
"Oh, yeah, I'm not going." She whispered looking back at the painting.
He was glad that she chose that moment to return her gaze to the painting. She didn't have to see the great disappointment that flushed his face. For some reason, he really cared if she came. She hated him, yet he still wanted to get to know her.
"It's beautiful." He repeated.
"No it's not, it's pathetic!" she whispered walking up to it slowly.
"No," he smiled slightly, "it's sad. She's scared, crouched in that little corner trying to get out, but not finding a way out."
"No, she's pathetic. She's not trying to find away out, she's hiding, digging herself in deeper. She doesn't want to be found, she wants to forget."
"It's like she's claustrophobic and she's been locked into a closet. She can't control the feeling enveloping her, and she can't seem to fight through the intangible darkness. It's not pathetic. It's obvious she's gone through something troubling, something that deserves forgetting."
"She's stupid. Everyone keeps telling her once she realizes that it's not her fault, it would all go away. Once she stopped feeding the hurt with her own, she could get through it. But she can't help it, what happened was so bad that she couldn't help but to blame herself. Everyone keeps telling her that she cold forget it after she realizes that she was totally innocent, but she's too damn stupid to understand." She whispered.
"She's not stupid, only scared. That's ok."
"No it's not." She breathed.
"Was it a guy?" he asked as softly as a breath.
She turned to face him. As her eyes searched his, she uncovered the question that he meant to ask her. He was trying to understand her, trying to uncover that secret within her. That secret that she just wasn't ready to divulge.
"So where are you guys going?" she asked changing the subject.
"Out, nowhere special." He smiled changing the subject with no argument.
"So you were the one that thought up this plan?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"In hoping to meet you."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Look, I'm not the type of guy you usually go out with, I picked that up, but I really want to get to know you. I know that you think that all jocks are jerks, but…"
A flash of fury streaked her eyes as she interrupted him, "I don't want to know you!"
"But-."
"Just leave me alone!"
Abruptly, Sunny entered the room dressed to kill. She looked at the two exasperated faces, mistaking their expressions.
"Hey guys, I see you've met." She smiled.
"We haven't." Sor whispered sitting back down on the bed.
"Ok, uh Sora Takenouchi this is a friend of mine Tai Kamiya. And Tai, this is my best friend and roommate, Sora."
They remained there staring at one another, only half listening to her speech. Finally she turned away, picked up a book from her nightstand. Nestling down, she read silently, obviously ignoring him.
"Guys, I'll be right back, I gotta' get something from Meems."
"Ok." She replied, staring at the painting as if to uncover it's hidden meaning.
As Sunny exited the hostile territory, he turned back to her, fury dancing in flames in his dark eyes.
"Ya' know you're a real bitch for that!"
"For what?" she asked nonchalantly, not lifting her eyes from the page.
"You are one of the most narcissistic and prejudice person I've ever met! Instead of living on the real world like the rest of the population, you dance up there judging everyone. You don't even waste your precious time trying to get to know someone, you just slap a damn stereotype on their forehead and leave. Someday you're gunna' slap the wrong stereotype on the person that's supposed to change your life-."
"Well it's not today, is it?" she retorted.
"God!" he cried raising his arms up in anguish, "I have no idea why I'm feeling this for you, you're so impossible! You sit in this damn room everyday reading, writing, painting, and listening to Mozart. It's as though you've cut yourself off from the real world. You lock yourself in this reality of yours as if you're trying to get away from something. You put yourself on this high pedestal, placing this inferiority complex on everyone else as if you're trying to protect yourself. Protect yourself from what?" he said, almost whispering. "From guys, love, relationships? You treat those damn books better than you treat anyone else!"
She stared at him, her crimson eyes wide in surprise. She opened her mouth, her words came out softly, almost trembling. "You don't know me, you have no idea what it's like. You sit here and accuse me of being prejudice and here you go judging me. You're a damn hypocrite, cast the first stone as the saying goes! You just met me, sorry if I don't have an instant relationship with you! If you want to know me, take time, don't fucking jump on my back just 'cuz I turned your ass down! I don't want a relationship, I don't need a boyfriend, and by the way that you act towards me, I don't need you as a friend either!"
"How does a taste of your own medicine measure up? Bitter?" he whispered dangerously.
"Shouldn't you be out jacking off to your pictures of Ricky Martin or something?" she scowled turning away from him.
"I'm sorry, I would never try to steal your boyfriend." He answered turning away towards the door.
Just as he moved past the doorframe, he bumped into Sunny.
"Hey Tai, I'll just be a minute."
"Yeah, I'll wait for you downstairs, your roommate is really bitchin' up this whole damn floor." He frowned turning down the hall.
"Damn Sor, what did you do?" Sunny gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
"He's the Neanderthal from the library." She replied, staring at her book.
TBC……………………..
P. S. Hey to all my amigs, and Mr. Roger'
-By Yo-yo
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but my birthday is coming up next month, it'll be a great gift!
A/N: Sorry guys, but my computer is down and I don't really fancy typing on laptops, but I'm doing the best that I can! So bear w/ me please.
TAIORA 4 LIFE!!!!!!!!! ULTIMATE ROWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter II
"…Honey, c'mon, it'll be fun!" a voice urged on the other end of the telephone.
"But Griffin, I don't have the time or the money." She smiled into the phone.
"How long has it been since you've seen this place? You know that we have the best time together. Last time was a blast and you know it!"
"Yeah." She grinned.
He could already hear her giving in. "C'mon Sor, ya' know ya' want to."
"You sound like one of those peer pressure adds. I feel like I should just be saying no." she laughed.
"C'mon, everyone's doing it!"
A melodic laugh filled the line.
"I know ya' want to, ya' could never stay away from 'Casa en las nuves' for too long."
"Shut up Griffin." She laughed, "I'll come, I'll come!"
"Thanks, so…"
~***~
"Uh, Mai… is that your name?" he asked, a broad grin stretched across his attractive face.
"Yeah Tai." She grinned batting her faux lashes.
His puppy-dog eyes scrutinized her as she stood before him, practically giving herself to him. She was pretty, he had to admit. Her short golden locks framed her boyishly cut face, complimenting her girlishly beautiful amber eyes. She wore a pink cardigan set and jeans on her slim attractive figure.
*She's pretty, but not like that girl…Oh Damn! Did I just think that that stuck up bitch was pretty? This is what you get for being a flirt!* he reprimanded himself. *Anything with breasts is pretty!*
Shaking the thought from his head, he looked at her again. "Uh, Mai, are there any phones here?"
"Yeah." She smiled, skillfully scooting from the snug booth. "I'll show you the way."
She took his arm as she maneuvered him through the rows of books to one of the back rooms. Turning the corner, she showed him to the two solitary phone booths. One was labeled with an "Out of Order" sign, and the other was occupied.
"Sorry," she grinned flirtatiously, "if ya' want, I can wait with you, she won't be too long."
"That's ok," he returned the grin, "thanks for asking, but I don't want you to get in trouble at work. I'll see ya' later, Mai."
Joy flashed in her eyes at his last sentence. "I'll hold you to that!" she grinned before turning and practically skipped back to the front desk with a broad smile on her face.
As soon as his eyes placed themselves on the occupant of the phone booth, they narrowed. It was she, the lesbian librarian. She hadn't noticed him yet as she chat away cheerfully. She was oblivious to anyone as she giggled while twisting her fingers around the phone cord.
*Wonder if it's her boyfriend she's talking to?*
"Griffin, that's not funny! I'll kick your ass when I get back!" she laughed scornfully.
"Eh hmmm." He said, a little perturbed by his insinuation.
She looked up at him, the twinkling in her eyes dimmed.
He smiled almost sweetly as he tapped the 5 minute limit sign.
A heavy scowl set on her face as she looked away from him. "Hey Griffin, I gotta' go now, some jerk needs to use the phone."
She paused a moment while Griffin spoke.
"I love you too, bye." She responded with a smile.
*Oh Shit! She loves this guy! Damn!*
Placing the phone on the box, she stood up, opened the door and got out. Today she adorned a red long sleeved hoodie with a black long sleeved cropped shirt underneath and a pair of blue jeans. On her feet she wore black K-Swiss. Her hair was pulled in a single ponytail with one long spiral curl.
A scowl betrayed her as she scrutinized him. By modern day standards, he was attractive. *Not only attractive, but Hot!* she thought. He was tall, with long muscular limbs. His shoulders were broad and wide and his torso was flat and chiseled. His jaw was squared and strong, flexing themselves appealingly as he too examined her. His flawlessly carved lips were curved into a slight smile as his eyes beheld her. His eyes… his eyes were unbelievable. They held a simple beauty that seemed to radiate the most pure energy ever felt.
She looked him up and down, noting his attire. He was wearing heavy Timberland boots, baggy black jeans, an Australian futball jersey and a heavy black leather jacket. Slung over one of his shoulders and across his chest was a large gym bag. Atop his head, covering his disheveled brown mane was a simple gray and black scully cap.
"So ya' finally done gabbing in there with your boyfriend?" he asked with a mocking tone.
"Bite me!" she scowled brushing past him.
"Hey." He cried taking her arm.
She whirled around to face him. Her eyes were like white lightening. "What?"
Her eyes caught him off guard at first. He almost gasped at their intensity. "S…sorry." He whispered, not taking his eyes from hers.
"For what?" she scowled, trying to wretch her arm from his grasp.
"About yesterday, about the library…" he whispered letting go of her arm, but not her eyes, "…I'm sorry about everything! I shouldn't have been so rude to you."
"Whatever." She whispered, a mask enveloping her feelings. "Bye."
~***~
As soon as Sunny set foot into the dormitory, Sor burst into hysterics.
"Wait, calm down Sor, tell me what's up!"
"I met a guy!" she began.
"You met a guy!" Sunny exclaimed.
"An amazing guy!"
"Really!"
"Well first of all, his name was T-."
"Guys, some friends of mine are going out, wanna' come?" Mimi burst into the dormitory.
Sunny's eyes lit up, "Yeah, anything to get away from this damn prison."
"Sorry," Sora began, "I can't…"
Sunny turned to her, "But ya' gotta' come! You haven't been out with us in months. I think this love of academia of yours is turning into an obsession."
"Sunny I'm not playing. Griffin called and I'm going up there next week, so I've gotta' finish up some assignments. Prof. Narcissa called me into her class today and told me my project was due this Friday. I asked her why mine was due earlier than everyone else's, she said because she wanted me to actually relax during Spring Break."
"You're going to see Griffin?" Sunny gasped, "Man, you have all the luck! I'm stuck here next week. I couldn't get out even if I wanted to." She frowned.
"So go have your fun, bring me back something to chew on."
"Yeah." She sighed in defeat.
"Some of the guys are coming to pick me up in half an hour." Mimi smiled again, "So I'll see ya' later."
As soon as Mimi was out of the doorway, Sunny turned to her with a confused mock expression. "I seemed to remember talk of a hot guy before we were rudely interrupted?"
"Well, I was on my way back from class this today. I was walking past the quad and I heard this voice. It was like honey, smooth and sweet, powerful yet subtle. He was reciting some poetry when I turned and saw him. He was oh-so-cute with those vast gray eyes and his totally kissable lips! I was just standing there dumbfounded watching him when he suddenly looked up and smiled.
"After his little group broke up, he stood up and came right up to me. Then he said, 'You're Takenouchi, right?' and I just stared at him. I'd never seen him before, and he knew my name. So he introduced himself as Taylor, he sat behind me in Creative Writing, Art History and Cultural Anthropology.
"So we stood there talking for a while, then he suggested we go to this little café on 12th street. We sat there talking about any and everything; he was so amazing! He was so intelligent; we had so much in common! We even went as far as politics, and he had some really good views.
"I looked at my watch and realized that we'd both missed our Art History class, and it was really late. So he starts walking me back to the dorms and he goes, 'Maybe ya' wanna' go out sometime?' I just froze up. I liked him so much, but that question- I don't know-I just wished at that moment I were five million miles away, not in that awkward spot. I ended up saying no," she paused a moment to look Sunny in the eye, "saying yes is still too hard."
"Hon, I don't know what we're going to do about this, you can't keep doing this, it's not healthy."
"I know," she sighed pushing her hair away from her face, "I just can't seem to get my heart to understand that."
"Keep your chin up, when you're ready, you won't be able to help saying no."
"Now go get ready, ya' know how guys get when they have to wait."
"It's probably only the guys from the soccer team, they won't care."
Standing from her seat on Sora's bed, she walked to the closet. "Hey, Sor, can I borrow your jean jacket and the Moroccan skirt?"
"Why are you askin' now, you know you'll just take it?"
"Is it wrong to pretend like I care when the person is actually in the room?"
"When you're as inconsiderate as you are, yes."
"Anyway." She smiled pulling the garments out of the bursting chamber.
As Sunny entered the washroom, Sora took off her jacket, and looked around the room. Her eyes laid themselves on the painting sitting across the room alongside the window. It was of a little girl curled up in a dark corner, eyes downcast and a tear trailing it's way down her round cheeks.
She'd begun it about a month ago, and still couldn't decide on what she wanted to do with the background. She debated whether to surround the girl with an impenetrable darkness, or lighten the effect and give the girl a way out of the darkness, give the little girl hope.
"It's beautiful." A voice breathed behind her.
Whirling around in surprise, she found him standing in the doorway.
"Are you ready?" he asked noting she was still in her same attire, minus the jacket.
"What?" she asked confused, not quite recovering from the shock yet.
"Ya' know, we're going out with Mimi…"
"Oh, yeah, I'm not going." She whispered looking back at the painting.
He was glad that she chose that moment to return her gaze to the painting. She didn't have to see the great disappointment that flushed his face. For some reason, he really cared if she came. She hated him, yet he still wanted to get to know her.
"It's beautiful." He repeated.
"No it's not, it's pathetic!" she whispered walking up to it slowly.
"No," he smiled slightly, "it's sad. She's scared, crouched in that little corner trying to get out, but not finding a way out."
"No, she's pathetic. She's not trying to find away out, she's hiding, digging herself in deeper. She doesn't want to be found, she wants to forget."
"It's like she's claustrophobic and she's been locked into a closet. She can't control the feeling enveloping her, and she can't seem to fight through the intangible darkness. It's not pathetic. It's obvious she's gone through something troubling, something that deserves forgetting."
"She's stupid. Everyone keeps telling her once she realizes that it's not her fault, it would all go away. Once she stopped feeding the hurt with her own, she could get through it. But she can't help it, what happened was so bad that she couldn't help but to blame herself. Everyone keeps telling her that she cold forget it after she realizes that she was totally innocent, but she's too damn stupid to understand." She whispered.
"She's not stupid, only scared. That's ok."
"No it's not." She breathed.
"Was it a guy?" he asked as softly as a breath.
She turned to face him. As her eyes searched his, she uncovered the question that he meant to ask her. He was trying to understand her, trying to uncover that secret within her. That secret that she just wasn't ready to divulge.
"So where are you guys going?" she asked changing the subject.
"Out, nowhere special." He smiled changing the subject with no argument.
"So you were the one that thought up this plan?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"In hoping to meet you."
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Look, I'm not the type of guy you usually go out with, I picked that up, but I really want to get to know you. I know that you think that all jocks are jerks, but…"
A flash of fury streaked her eyes as she interrupted him, "I don't want to know you!"
"But-."
"Just leave me alone!"
Abruptly, Sunny entered the room dressed to kill. She looked at the two exasperated faces, mistaking their expressions.
"Hey guys, I see you've met." She smiled.
"We haven't." Sor whispered sitting back down on the bed.
"Ok, uh Sora Takenouchi this is a friend of mine Tai Kamiya. And Tai, this is my best friend and roommate, Sora."
They remained there staring at one another, only half listening to her speech. Finally she turned away, picked up a book from her nightstand. Nestling down, she read silently, obviously ignoring him.
"Guys, I'll be right back, I gotta' get something from Meems."
"Ok." She replied, staring at the painting as if to uncover it's hidden meaning.
As Sunny exited the hostile territory, he turned back to her, fury dancing in flames in his dark eyes.
"Ya' know you're a real bitch for that!"
"For what?" she asked nonchalantly, not lifting her eyes from the page.
"You are one of the most narcissistic and prejudice person I've ever met! Instead of living on the real world like the rest of the population, you dance up there judging everyone. You don't even waste your precious time trying to get to know someone, you just slap a damn stereotype on their forehead and leave. Someday you're gunna' slap the wrong stereotype on the person that's supposed to change your life-."
"Well it's not today, is it?" she retorted.
"God!" he cried raising his arms up in anguish, "I have no idea why I'm feeling this for you, you're so impossible! You sit in this damn room everyday reading, writing, painting, and listening to Mozart. It's as though you've cut yourself off from the real world. You lock yourself in this reality of yours as if you're trying to get away from something. You put yourself on this high pedestal, placing this inferiority complex on everyone else as if you're trying to protect yourself. Protect yourself from what?" he said, almost whispering. "From guys, love, relationships? You treat those damn books better than you treat anyone else!"
She stared at him, her crimson eyes wide in surprise. She opened her mouth, her words came out softly, almost trembling. "You don't know me, you have no idea what it's like. You sit here and accuse me of being prejudice and here you go judging me. You're a damn hypocrite, cast the first stone as the saying goes! You just met me, sorry if I don't have an instant relationship with you! If you want to know me, take time, don't fucking jump on my back just 'cuz I turned your ass down! I don't want a relationship, I don't need a boyfriend, and by the way that you act towards me, I don't need you as a friend either!"
"How does a taste of your own medicine measure up? Bitter?" he whispered dangerously.
"Shouldn't you be out jacking off to your pictures of Ricky Martin or something?" she scowled turning away from him.
"I'm sorry, I would never try to steal your boyfriend." He answered turning away towards the door.
Just as he moved past the doorframe, he bumped into Sunny.
"Hey Tai, I'll just be a minute."
"Yeah, I'll wait for you downstairs, your roommate is really bitchin' up this whole damn floor." He frowned turning down the hall.
"Damn Sor, what did you do?" Sunny gasped, her eyes wide with surprise.
"He's the Neanderthal from the library." She replied, staring at her book.
TBC……………………..
P. S. Hey to all my amigs, and Mr. Roger'