“Okay,” KN uttered, dragging me by the arm without another word. Talk about asking someone first before hauling him out.
“Wait,” I protested, shaking his hand off me. Keeping my eyes on Grayson, who picked up another book that fell down and placed it back from where it came from before heading to the front desk, I tried to get away from KN’s firm grip. He dragged me towards the exit door, as luck would have it. I first thought about using the exit door as an escape route in case of an attack.
It was kind of ironic.
“Don’t sweat it. I won’t let you off until we arrive at Willow’s office. She continuously pestered my phone, looking for you. It’s not funny anymore,” KN said with an irritated tone.
“What does she want from me?” I asked him, half-willingly following him around.
“No idea. But one thing I know,” he said, stopping for a moment as he eyed me intently, “I don’t want to receive her calls.”
And with those words, I couldn’t help but blurt out, “She likes you?”
My clever deduction surprised KN. Being prying for the last few days, I got attentive to other people’s reactions and words. But ending his stride of getting surprised with Jules Kensey’s, aka annoying roommate, sudden spark of intelligence, KN composed his face and said, “Why would she like me?”
“Well, I don’t know. But hearing you say that, it sounds like it. Maybe she does,” I told him. “And can you loosen up your hand? I’m going, all right?”
KN let go of me and pushed something to my chest. “Here’s that book. Mrs. Shards handed it to me. Why do people bug my life just because we share the same room?”
“I don’t know,” I said again. “But seriously, can’t you be the tiniest bit kind enough about it? I mean, it’s not like they’re asking you to turn over the entire building to find me.”
“I did,” KN displeasingly responded, before he started walking again. “How the heck would I find you, anyway? And you kept on disappearing from the places I expected you to be.”
Oh.
Well, I had a set of feet, after all. I was in the liberty to make use of them any time I wanted. But I just followed silently behind him, not voicing out what was on my mind. He looked a lot angry. And then he spun back, grabbing my phone without warning.
“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, getting it back from him. This phone kept on getting in my way.
Pressing a number, I heard his phone ring. “Easier to find you when I know the number to call.”
“You don’t have to,” I argued, grasping it forcibly from him. Securing the phone in my hand, I put it on silent mode, just in case it would ring again.
“Trust me, ever since you moved into my room, people found a reason to bother my once peaceful life,” KN argued back. The look on his face was fatal. He was all the way discontented with me choosing him over Daniel. But KN had to be the one, or else Daniel would know, too. He was one loud guy who sleepwalked, so I couldn’t even imagine giving him any chance to know that I was a girl.
Babe.
It became a silent walk once more. KN was annoyed. No one wanted to speak, either.
When we arrived at Willow’s office, KN opened the door and pushed me in. I stumbled my way inside, glaring at him for shoving me carelessly. I could have fallen down on my face.
“Here he is. Please don’t call me again,” KN immediately said, before closing the door behind me, loudly.
Another moment, he was gone. I scanned the office, not finding anyone around. I was about to leave, thinking that he was playing tricks on me again, when I heard a chair move.
“There you are!” Willow emerged from under the table, placing back a pen on her desk. I moved two steps back in surprise, catching my breath. Then I saw her pick something from her files. Walking towards me, she winked and said, “Sorry for calling you here just to hand over this.”
Examining the paper closely, I couldn’t believe that she had bothered us for this. So my assumptions were correct. “Do you like KN?”
“Is it that obvious? But to answer your question, yes, I do like him,” Willow replied.
“Are you sure? I mean… he’s a… he’s like… he’s…” Um, he wasn’t friendliest person around. Plus, the rumor that he was a serial killer was way convincing. He was also said to be gay, much lessening the chances of him noticing any part of her.
And why should she be crushing on someone who was way younger than her? Five years, no less than that. Was that even legal? Couldn’t she just find someone of her own age bracket? Someone who actually liked girls and would not kill anyone out of nowhere.
Just saying.
“You know nothing,” Willow dismissively told me. Didn’t she know he wasn’t interested in girls? Including her, of course. Wait, I had to correct that thought. KN wasn’t interested in boys, either. Unless you were his long lost other self, his doppelgänger maybe, he wouldn’t pay any attention to you.
“About what?”
She shook her head, adjusting her glasses and looking at me as if I was someone who did not know that the sky was blue. “You don’t know a thing. It’s not like I could say anything, either. But of course, you don’t care about such things, anyway. If you’re a girl, maybe you will understand the effect he has on us.”
What? I was a girl, and I felt nothing for that guy. My mind and body agreed with that.
Clutching the piece of paper in my hand, I’d finally called it a day, or night. What Willow handed me was actually the research paper that I’d lost a few days ago, which had already been recorded. She could have thrown it away and it wouldn’t matter. Somehow, I could understand KN’s anxiousness.
But instead of feeling sorry for KN, I felt the opposite. I was finally able to get back at him for all the crazy things he had done to me.
To name a few, I’d made a list:
1. KN had completely ruined my alarm clock by throwing it to the wall when I woke up early last Friday. I was in the bathroom when it rang, so yes, it had ended up in shreds.
2. He’d gotten my meal the other day from his aunt. He played the concerned roommate card, and yes, he had stolen it. And the excuse that he gave me was that he was extra hungry that morning. How about me? Didn’t he know I was hungry most of the time?
3. And with what had happened to my alarm clock and nobody around kind enough to wake me up, I ended up late for class the following Monday. KN was the reason I got a broken alarm. He should have been responsible for it. But no, he wasn’t in the least bothered.
I definitely felt contentment crawling in my mind. Mwuahahaha!
My phone vibrated. But instead of another call, I got a message from Jayden. He said that the boys had called it a night and that we should just do some last-minute finalization tomorrow instead.
I trod the hall back to the senior floor with a grudge. I got held back because of KN and Willow’s ill-fated crush on him. The elevator door opened, and I saw that the dining hall was already being cleaned. Only a few were lingering around, mostly doing something else other than eating. Dinner was over, and I had missed it. My stomach gnarled in agreement.
Heading towards my room, I noticed that the light was on, which meant that KN was already inside. I locked the door when I got in. I placed the sheet of paper and the book on my desk, before climbing up and colliding towards my bed.
Splat.
I hurriedly got up, turning over the covers and seeing a plate of cold noodles in red sauce pressed into my bed. One vein snapped. I heard someone turn off the faucet, and my eyes instantly darted in the bathroom’s direction with utmost displeasure. Not even for a bit would I ever like this guy.
In a moment, KN appeared, a towel draping over his shoulders. He had a white shirt on, as well as his pink floral boxers. Luckily, he had no tendency to come out of the shower naked. He also had sets of underwear that were so feminine that I would never even have the slightest feeling of being shaken by his freshly showered gorgeous presence.
A grin traced his face. “Thought you’d be hungry.”
I didn’t need to fake a wrath. I was all the way furious with what he had done. Clenching my hand into a fist with a handful of spaghetti, I lifted my arm. It was so quick that he didn’t even register in his brilliant mind what I was going to do. Making one good throw, a fistful of spaghetti flew in the air, with red sauce dripping down on the wooden floor. And in another second, it landed squarely on his face, the rest of it staining his white shirt.
FINDING FINN JOURNAL NO. 8
Can someone please tell me it’s okay to lose my cool right now?
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