"So, lets get to know each other."
My anger quickly subsided as I stared blankly at him for a moment? And my chest seeped with confused frustration.
"What?"
"You heard me, lets start over. A fresh introduction." Lance grinned, holding his hand out for a shake.
This has got to be a joke.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're tricking me, right?"
He cocked his brow. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Come on... You're kidding. Five minutes ago you just told me I was the biggest control freak on this entire planet, and now you're telling me that you want to get to know me?" I placed my hands on my hips arrogantly.
"Well that was in the past-"
"Five minutes ago-"
"Whatever!" He suddenly shouted, before taking a small breath. "Yes, yes." He held his hand out further.
I slowly reached my hand forward, still hesitant, before the tips of my fingers came into contact with his. A few tingles wiggled through the thin membranes of the tips of my fingers, sending an unfamiliar shiver down my spine. Apparently, Lance noticed. He was looking at me weird, before taking my hand fully to give it a shake.
"Lance Baker."
"Calvin Malone." I stated slowly.
"So I can't call you Sneakers anymore?" He smirked.
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just apologize if you call me Sneakers ever again." I warned.
He let out a small laugh.
"Whatever you say Malone." He let go of my hand, then sat down on his bed.
I stared at him for a moment, still partially confused after what he had just told me. There was no way he was serious. He hates me, I hate him. End of story, that wouldn't change... Right?
*****
For once, I had nothing to do. Cassidy was still upset over the incident with Lance and I, but she'd probably get over it by tomorrow. She's that kind of person I guess.
For now, I'm still up in my dorm, watching another movie on my phone. Since I'm out of Pirates Booty, I've substituted my snack for Cheetos. Left over from that stupid party that Lance threw. I found them under the kitchen sink, a strange place to put crisps but it's fine.
Lance was on his bed with his computer in his lap, typing away at the keyboard. I didn't really care what he was doing, probably scrolling through Instagram to look at models or something. Whatever guys like him do.
"How's you're movie?" He asked without looking up from his screen.
"Fine." I replied with a huff.
"Fine... Hm," He thought for a moment. "I assumed otherwise, since you've been staring at me for the past five minutes." He grinned but continued to type.
I glared, realizing that I really had been staring. I looked back down to my movie, hoping for him to get back to his very important business.
A long silence passed as we just did our own things, before he spoke out again.
"Well, Calvin.."
I looked up again, just with the simple tilt of my gaze to look over my knees.
"Care to tell me about yourself?" He cocked a brow.
I was silent for a moment as I pulled my Apple headphones out slowly to hang over my shoulders. I didn't exactly feel like he was asking me a question as stupid as that, so I waited for him to say something else.
We ended up staring at each other for two more minutes.
"Are you talking to me telepathically, or is there nothing you have to say?" He shook his head.
"Oh... Um... No, I just didn't expect you to care. My brain was trying to wrap around the fact of matter that you just talked to me like a normal human being."
To my surprise, Lance let out a small laugh at my comment.
"Well, at least I know one thing." He smirked.
"What's that?" I tilted my head.
"You're sarcastically clever. More than I anticipated. I guess I've been expecting that since you walked in the door." He shifted his position to sit upright, holding the top of his right knee while his other leg lay extended out in front of him.
I rolled my eyes and put one of my headphones back in.
"Really? That's it?" He cocked his brow, clearly confused.
It wasn't my problem if he was anyway. He's been a huge jerk to me since I got here, why does he think that he can suddenly care now?
"Yup. That's it. I'm not the most interesting person in the world." I shrugged my shoulders with no intended interest.
"Come on, you've gotta have something at least mildly interesting about you! Everybody does!" He leaned back against his pillow playfully.
I didn't reply as I just watched my phone. A short silence passed.
"Malone." He stated abruptly.
I didn't respond.
"Sneakers." He smirked.
I really hate that name.
"What?" I groaned.
He grinned. "Hi."
I grabbed my pillow, winding it over my shoulder to hurl it at his face. He laughed as he lifted his arms to act as a shield.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" I huffed.
"Nope. It's why I'm annoying you."
"Well you're doing a great job." I rolled my eyes.
Another silence passed.
"So are you-"
"No." I interrupted.
He smirked, turning over to focus back on his computer and returned to his silence.
I couldn't help but smile to myself.
He's so stupid.
Night had finally arrived and I stood at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth before leaning over to spit the walled up toothpaste into the drain. I actually changed into my PJ's for once, rather than sleeping with my simple boxers like I usually do, (Or with all of my clothes on like I have been doing since I got here.)
White sweats and a plain red t-shirt. I wouldn't call it a real show stopper, but it's all I had. Not like I even care if it looks good or not, I'm not trying to impress anybody.
I stepped out of the bathroom in the midst of pulling my shirt a bit further down my hips, then glanced up at Lance.
It took him a moment to notice me before he smirked.
"Well, well, well. Look who's all gussied up." He crossed his arms behind his head.
"Their PJ's you idiot." I huffed, heading over to my bed.
"You never wear PJ's. You always sleep in your jeans and your jackets. Kinda weird if you ask me." He shrugged.
I grumbled, tucking myself into bed and flicked the light switch off above my bedside table. Once I laid down against my pillow and closed my eyes for sleep, the light flicked on again.
I looked up to see Lance laying on his side, his hand up against the light switch on his side of the room, just above his own bedside table.
I sat up on my side myself to turn the light switch off, only for Lance to turn it back on again. He grinned mischievously while I scowled.
"Turn the light off." I flicked it off.
He clicked it back on.
"I'm not tired." He smirked.
"Well I am, turn it off."
He held the light switch on.
"Nope." He grinned.
This continued for a short while, just flicking the lights on and off without delay. Back and forth, the silent battle of light and dark sieged until...
Black.
Neither of the light switches worked, whether me or Lance turned it on and off.
"Great, the powers out." I stated blankly through the pitch black atmosphere.
To my surprise, Lance was quiet. For a moment, I even began to believe that he got up and left.
"Lance?" I cooed, a bit nervous now.
A flashlight clicked on to reveal Lances face from the bottom angle in the old fashioned horror story position, sitting right beside me in bed.
I let out a loud scream with the combination of it all, my body practically tensing into a ball of cement. Lance just laughed.
"Don't do that!" I slapped my hand at him to get the flashlight away from his face.
It looked even creepier when we was laughing.
"You're so predictable." He huffed, standing up to turn the light in my direction.
I lifted my hand to shield myself from the blinding light, squinting in the process.
"This is your fault. You broke the lights."
"Actually, it was most likely a coincidence. Every dorm in our building is knocked out."
I mocked him with the silent movement of my mouth.
"At least now I can go to sleep." I turned on my side to tuck myself in again.
Lance buzzed his lips from behind me, but remained in his place at my feet.
"Can you move? I'm trying to stretch out." I wiggled a bit.
He stood up soon after I had barked out the order. I heard his bed creak, indicating his presence was on his own side. His covers shifted for a moment before the room went silent.
At least the power outage gave me a chance to actually fall asleep for real this time.
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