AN: I wrote this at about 1 in the morning so enjoy.
Chapter 4
This time when I wake up it's not to the voice of a complete stranger, who may or may not want to kill me, screaming in my ear. I've reached that blissful state, where you are so well rested that you simply cant sleep anymore. I peel my eyes open to try and figure out what time it is and find myself looking around an empty cell. A quick glance at the door reveals that it's still closed, besides, the guard would have woken me if it had been meal time. Where could my roommate have gone to. I hear the distinct sound of a page being turned and realize that she's still in the bed above me. I feel kinda silly for jumping to conclusions, but I did just wake up so my brain isn't at 100% yet. I mean, really, where is she going to go when were locked in here?
I rub the gunk from the corners of my eyes as I sit up and stretch. A few of my joints give off unhappy creaks and pops due to sleeping on an unfamiliar bed. As I sit here, being as quiet as possible, I begin to think of a good way to broach the matter of reintroducing myself to my roommate without making a second impression that's even worse than my first was.
After going over different scenarios and possible outcomes in my head for a good five minuets, I give up and decide that winging it is my best bet. Saying hi and trying to learn her name seem like a good way to start things off and I can just play it by ear after that. Shifting sideways my feet dangle a good two inches off the floor, but I don't really notice as I try to work up the courage to stand and face her. What if she's still mad at me for sleeping in her bed? What if I say something stupid and ruin everything? After a deep breath, to strengthen my resolve, I stand up.
As I turn to look at her I'm struck with the worst case of cold feet I've ever encountered. She's just sitting there, leaning against her pillow, hair draped over her shoulders, reading a book that's laid against her bent legs, occasionally moving her lips as she reads the words. It's nothing unusual for someone to do, but she's absolutely breathtaking. The florescent lighting in the cell that usually make everyone look weird, makes her pale skin glow beautifully. How can I possibly talk to someone who manages to be so beautiful without any effort or forethought? It usually takes me a good half an hour of grooming in the morning to look even somewhat presentable. Speaking of that, I must look like Chewbacca and Mrs. Frankenstein's love child.
I'm doing my best to subtly fix the rats nest that is my hair when I hear an exasperated sigh. Freezing, I glance up from where I had been looking, which happened to be her beautiful legs, and saw her mark her place before closing her book and looking in my direction. Her piercing blue green eyes lock on mine and I'm hypnotized. I snap to attention once again as she starts speaking, "Can I help you Bambi? I can only ignore the creepy starring for so long before it starts to irritate me and it has officially reached that point, so if you actually need something from me now would be the time to ask, otherwise feel free to keep your weirdness to yourself".
Oh My God. How long have I been starring? I thought it was maybe for about a minuet, but now I'm starting to think that it may have been going on for awhile. I should say something before she gets more weirded out, "S-Sorry, I just wanted to come say hi and maybe get to know you a little bit. My name's Caterina, but you can ca-"
"Listen Bambi, I don't like you. You touch my stuff and you make me feel uncomfortable with your starring. I know that I'm hot stuff, but can you at least try to be subtle. I really don't want to be your friend and all you need to know about me is that I like peace and quiet, personal space, and the last person who got too handsy with my belongings is no longer my roommate for a reason. So, if you don't mind I'd like to go back to reading now. Good day" with that she turns back to her book and begins reading again.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I'm the one that's on edge now, "I was just trying to be nice".
"It was very nice talking to you. Now if you would kindly stop talking it would be even nicer" She throws me a curt smile before once again turning back to reading.
I'm speechless. I was not expecting that. I thought she might be a little mad about last night, but that was something else. I'm just standing here, looking at her slack jawed, trying to come up with a suitable response until she directs a withering glance in my direction. I sit back down on my bed, out of her field of sight, and hopeful out of the line of fire. Feeling defeated I flop back on my pillow and curl into the fetal position. As I Fight back tears, I'm trying to sort out some way to patch things up between the two of us when the cell door opens and a guard calls in, "West, Valentine, Time for some grub".
AN: Let me know how you guys are liking it. You reviews make me happy and more likely to update. In case you were wondering, yes, that was blackmail.