Saturday came. Like many Saturdays I've had since 3rd year started, I was bored. I didn't really have much of a social life planned. Not like it mattered too much- I knew too many back-stabbing people.
Something went through my mail slot; I got up boredly and picked it up:
Good morning, Quentenne!
There’s nice weather outside- why don’t you go out for change this weekend? Although I’d personally prefer you to stay so I can watch over you, I want to see you go out and have some fun. After all, I love LOVE Quentenne and I want to see you happy. So, I’ve put some twenties in here in case money was an issue, so go out and have some fun! Just don’t go getting a new ‘boyfriend’ now-after all, that other one was a bastard, right? He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t make you happy. I hope you enjoyed the dinner I made for you. I put all my love into it.
I stared at the note in horror, then shook my head and tried to stay calm. Whoever this person is… is crazy. For him to do such a thing, is…
I opened the door abrasively and looked out; no one was there. I shut the door and squeezed my fist, crumpling the note. I wanted to spite this man so badly. If I stay, then he’ll have the disgusting pleasure of watching me from wherever. If I leave, he’d probably be angry a bit, but he’d be happy anyways, right?
I got dressed and left the apartment.
The $200... I didn’t take with me. I didn’t like the idea of being in debt to such a person. It was too crazy to fathom. It hurt my wallet, though, to actually pull out whatever I had and stick it in my pocket.
Giving up whatever I had was far better than giving in to some stalker’s demands.
I ended up walking down the street instead of taking the bus. It felt better this way, just by walking, feeling free. The idea of being confined somewhere at this moment…
A Honda Civic came up from behind me; the driver leaned out the window. “Ah, I knew it was you.”
I smiled, “Good morning, Javier. You know, there’s no reason to put ‘miss’ in front of my name, right?”
Javier laughed “But I enjoy doing so, so much. It adds more flare to that already ravishing name.”
“Should I add ‘Mr.’ to the beginning of your name, Mr. Javier?”
He frowned “I’m sorry, if you don’t like it, I can stop.”
I giggled “No, no. I don’t mind. I’m simply teasing you. You can add it if you want.”
This seemed to have satisfied him, because he smiled brightly “I am honoured, Miss. Quentenne.”
“You’re welcome?” I had no idea how to respond to that.
He leaned in closer to me “You seem distressed somehow, Miss. Quentenne.”
He held out a hand “If you ever need a shoulder, I’m here for you. After all, people like us need to stick together.”
I took his hand and squeezed it “Thanks, but what kind of people are we?”
“Intellectuals. The type of people that society will never understand.”
I took back my hand “I guess so…”
He became slightly flustered “So… well… um…” he scratched his head, getting a little red “What are you doing tod…”
“Hmm? What was that?”
He looked at me intensely “Are you-
My phone rang. I grumbled and pulled it out “Sorry, hold on- hello?”
“Huh? Who is this?”
“…hah… Quen…tenne… I…”
“Hello?! Damn it! Who the hell is this?”
There was crackling, then the phone cut. I looked at the screen, then shoved the phone back into my pocket “I’m sorry about that.”
He gave me a sad smile “It’s okay. Who was that?”
“I dunno. Probably just some prank- I’ve been getting them a lot recently. No matter- I’ll leave you for now, okay?”
“Of course! But, uh..” he fidgeted for a bit. “I wanted to know…”
“Hmm? Know what?”
He shook his head “Never mind. Go. I’m holding you back. Enjoy your day, then.” he waved.
I nodded and went on my merry way. My head was pounding a bit, just behind the ear. It was always like this sometimes after talking…
After a couple hours of nothing, I decided to go to Karol’s apartment, just for the heck of it. The door was unlocked, so I decided to go in, since we’re cool like that.
Jason and Karol were on the couch.
From under Jason, her eyes met mine, horror filling them. Jason had his back to me, vigorously pumping, his disgusting groans pounding into my ears, hammering, hammering, hammering. I sighed and shook my head.
“Hah… Quentenne… hah… wait…” she pleaded.
“What are you talking… about?” Jason moaned, hardly able to speak, “That witch isn’t here.”
I turned and walked away, leaving the door open. Even if Karol did actually feel sorry, she was enjoying herself far too much to sound genuine.
Should I feel angry? Should I feel sad? Should I cry? Should I care?
My phone rang; I ignored it. Whoever it was obviously didn’t have her friend fucking her ‘ex’ boyfriend.
Screw my life.
And I never did ‘it’ with him, either- was never interested. Not only that, but I heard that he had some sort of STD. whatever it was; Karol would most likely get it.
You get what you’re looking for.