"Pssst!"
No response
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"Pssttt!"
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I wait
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"PSSSST!"
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I wait some more
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"HEY!"
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"Why you knucklehead!" I pick up a fallen pillow from the floor and throw it in his way and it struck hard on his face. He jolts up and grunts holding his nose in his hands, sitting across me on his bed. "Finally you responded! I was worried if you were dead or something" I give a sarcastic smile.
"ARE YOU CRAZY!" he gets up from his bed and in a blink, he is right in front of me rubbing his nose.
He is in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. I can feel the anger radiating out of him and I lower myself in front of his lightning gaze.
"What are you doing in my house!" I release a breath, roll my shoulders and face him with the same ferocity.
"What do you think I do every day outside your house at his hour?" I deadpan.
"You are not outside my house. How did you get up here?! The front door is supposed to be locked." he asks me, frustration evident in his tone.
