As if

Hes still just stood there. Its been an hour. Of me moving my stuff into the room one box at a time. With a fucked leg and crutches.

Did he offer to help? No.

Did he start doing something? No.

He just stood there. In the corner by his bed. Watching. Always watching. Like Roz from Monsters Inc. An occasional chuckle, smirk, or raised eyebrow as I struggle with the heavier boxes.

Worst of all. His clothes. Still on his chair. Not his chiselled frame. The arrogance of this guy is unreal.

"Dude? Are you really just gonna stand there naked?" I question, breathless with annoyance in my voice.

"Pretty sure we've been over this shorty. Can you see my cock? No. Can you see my ass? No. Ergo not naked."

Ugh could this guy be any more of a twat? I wonder, rolling my eyes as I let out an exhausted sigh.

"You've got a lot of shit man. Whats in the boxes?"

"None of your business!" I snap. I offer him and irritated look before faceplanting my mattress and slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep.