DON'T TALK ABOUT ME

LUCAS

...

I left that dickhead, and returned back to the class, thank goodness the lecturer wasn't there yet, or else my first official day would have been ruined because of that pile of shit, but I don't still feel at ease, so I typed with my phone as I walked, about the person that was murdered by the damn blue eyes, but what I got was that the toxic guy was innocent, and honestly, it made me so damn confused, if the internet was wrong, or if the university only covered up the shit that damn guy did, and if it was the case, that was so fucking messed up and disgusting!, but I couldn't still help feeling like I was in a maze, and it kinda made me think about that bright eyes that I had spoke with a while ago, so I wanted to ask him what he thought about this, but sadly, some trashy person was already sitting on the spot I sat down on, and he kinda looked like a thug, so I didn't wanted to look for trouble, and ruin my low profile, so I walked away from that direction to sit somewhere else, but got pulled in the arm unexpectedly by the same blue eyes girl, I had met the first day I arrived here, and bumped into

"Sit with me"

She said with a wide bright shinning smile on her face that I would be a dickhead if I refused, so I didn't, but in the end, I guess I should have, cause immediately I sat down next to her, she started to blabber a million things at once that I couldn't make out of what she was literally saying, so I sat like an deaf imbecile, and didn't reply, and when she finally noticed it after what seemed like a billion years, she decided to catch her breath at last

"Am so sorry"

She said fiddling with her fingers nervously as if am some kind of lion that would bounce on her and swallow her, but I was too absentminded to tell her to be comfortable and relaxed with me

"Shitty at first day?"

I heard her voice again, and it made me look at her face, cause it felt like the most sensible thing she had ever said to me, since I sat down

"More like fed up with a damn roommate"

I scoffed out with a frustrated frown on my face, and told her every damn thing about that dickhead, Elias, but what was shocking was when she told me I would just have to deal with it like that damn housemaster, since he has been that way ever since, but I don't want to listen to that cramp, and seriously don't freaking agree how on earth a person could be so cold like ice without any explanation, so I voiced out

"What do you really mean he has been that damn shitty way ever since?"

I asked her curiously, cause I wanted to read him like a book, but sadly what I got as a reply was nothing new

"I mean what I said, no one knows anything about him"

She said to me and her face gave me a look that she just wanted to talk about normal things, and didn't wanted to press this particular conversation any longer, but at the same time, she didn't wanted to end on a bad note

"I wish I was close to him, and knew something, but I don't"

She sighed out, but immediately scribbled something down on my book

"But here's my number, so you can give me a call if you need someone to talk to, or anything"

As soon as she scribbled out some digits on my book, she got up and literally ran away before I could say anything, and it kinda made me more fed up with every shitty thing about this damn university that my stupid head had thought that it would be filled with roses

.......

Two lectures passed, and evening kicked in, but I don't feel like going to that damn room, and meeting him ever again, so I stopped in front of the housemaster to try my luck again

"You gonna have to get me a new room"

It was a command, but I commanded him in style

With my pleading eyes, I looked at the middle age man, and resulted into begging in the end as if my life depended on it...well it kinda did, but all he did was glance at me, before continuing what he was typing on his computer

"If it's because of the rumors, don't believe them"

When he finally spoke, he told me in a strict kinda merciless voice, and ignored every other thing I said as if I was a nuisance, and it made me so fucking mad, but in the end, I was truly the sacrificial scapegoat with nowhere else to go, so I returned back like a sad frustrated puppy to the room, I mean hellhole, and "wonderfully", it got more worst, cause immediately I walked in, I saw that fucking source of all my problems again.

Damnit!, I wished I could write pencils on his shitty face

"So how was you first day"

He stepped on my toes again, and asked me...hell no!, he MOCKED me for his own shitty pleasure, and it made my blood spark up again

"Can't you help me leave this damn room, since the fucking housemaster don't want to him, and since a maniac like you don't want me here"

I was toxic, my words were, but I was too angry to care, and spat out all at once to his face, but it only made him scoff out mockingly as he folded his arms together, and moved a step forward to me

"Oh, so you finally believe the rumors too, about me being a murderer?"

He asked me with an arched eyebrow, and an unexplainable expression on his face that made me feel like I was dead to believe anything, and it gave me...goosebumps, but...but still I tried to speak

"Aren't...aren't I suppose to believe it?" 

I asked confusedly, and looked at him with my shaky eyes

"Cause when you said..."

I tried to speak, to understand what exactly was happening, but he immediately cuts my words off

"For your sick information, I would make things clear"

He moved another step closer to me, and killed me with his drowning eyes, and I wished I could look away, but...but I couldn't, and he didn't stop talking either

"I don't want to be with you either, nor do I appreciate your fucking lips asking everyone about me everywhere you little legs hops, don't fucking talk about me!"

He yelled out right to my face, moved another step closer, and poked my chest with his damn finger

"Now get that into your empty head"

He poked my chest harder, and it made angry tears swell up in my eyes, I slapped his damn finger away and was boiling so fucking mad

"I thought you didn't care about your image!"

I yelled out as the teardrop flew off my eyes and rolled down my cheeks, but he only looked at them heartlessly, and scoffed out to tell me that my tears were irritating and disgusting to him

"You are right, I don't care"

He spoke out again, and it showed the depth of just how heartless he come be, but who was he to care about anyone else but himself, none....

He didn't care, he would never see me as nothing more than a piece of shit, and didn't care about personal space either, so he took another step and moved closer to me yet again

"It's just stupid of you to do that"

I looked into his eyes, they were dead, cold, but the words that made him broke the eye look, and whisper into my ears where more heartless and crushing, that it made me push him away from myself angrily

"Stay the fuck away from me!"

I spat out as I cried harder cause I couldn't control my emotions any longer, but he only wiped the part of his cloth that I had touched when I pushed him away, and looked back at my crying face

"The next time you push me away again, I swear I would break all your damn fingers"

He said in a low deadly tone, and it made more tears leave my eyes, cause he was fucking giving a murderer vibe, and how could a damn person be this heartless, and care about nothing else like him

"Do you think anyone cares about any fucking body in this place, huh?!"

He shouts at me, moved closer to me, and flicks my forehead with two of his finger

He didn't wanted me to touch him, but he was literally defiling me every chance he got.

I thought to myself, and looked into the dark eyes with my shaky ones, but he didn't stop talking

"Next time you ask any shit about me to others, you would know just how shitty I can be"

It was a threat, a fucking heartless threat!

He whispered out to me, and walked out to the balcony of the room, and immediately he was gone, I broke down completely, and fall to the floor, as I kept on looking at the devil's back with blurry angry eyes, and a heart that would always swear for him!

.....

ELIAS

....

"The next time you talk about me, you would know just how shitty I can be"

I whispered out to him coldly, and walked out to the balcony to calm my damn heart tat was boiling, but I couldn't, so I hit the flower plant with my hand, and toss it over the building, without caring in the slightest, if it hits any shitty body below, cause I was boiling, and was boiling hard

Why?

It was because I hated it when he is around me, but fucking hated it more when he messes around, talks about me to other crampy shitty people, and believes every shit they vomit out about me!

Wait a minute, what the fuck was I saying....

It's not like...no, hell no!, I don't care about what that fool thinks of me!

I reassured myself as I rubbed my forehead with my palm, until I finally calmed down, and reminded myself that he was no different from the rest, and all I needed to do was to make his life hellfire!