Hate to Love You - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Hannah
I saw fucking red.
Stepping out of view, I started banging on the door. My goal was to scare the living shit out of them by making them think they were caught. And it seemed I got what I wanted when I heard a chair scrape against the floor and then fall over.
I got a sort of sick satisfaction out of hearing him curse and the girl start panicking. There was furious whispering and rustling of clothes as they hurried to clear all evidence of what they'd been doing. Still, they had to believe they'd been caught.
I was of half a mind to report them anyway.
The door was yanked open and I came face to face with the man I now considered to be enemy number one.
"Sir, we were just—" He stopped abruptly when he saw me.
I watched as recognition covered his too-pretty face. His luscious, swollen lips curled into disgust and he glared down at me, mirrored hatred filling his emerald eyes. His dark hair was a mess, like someone had run their fingers through it and yanked on it. His clothes were also a mess as he'd hurried to make himself presentable; a quick glance down showed me his zipper was still down. At least his shoelaces were tied.
The girl was hiding behind him but from the brief glimpse I'd gotten of her, she was really pretty. Because of course she was. And for once it wasn't a blonde girl, but a brown-skinned brunette with red highlights and a great sense of fashion. As someone who dressed only for comfort, I recognized when someone had a much better fashion sense than I did.
"Are you stalking me? Because if you are, I won't hesitate to press charges," he threatened, real anger in his eyes.
That surprised me, causing me to falter for a second before I quickly recovered. "I should be saying that, asshole. How is it that we've bumped into each other three times in the span of two days and every single instance has had something to do with your penis?" I crossed my arms and gave him an extra judgmental stare.
He clenched his jaw and opened his mouth to retort but was interrupted. The girl stepped out from behind him once she'd realized I wasn't the librarian.
She frowned and looked up at him. "What's she talking about, baby?"
Baby? Oh. Was this his girlfriend? Because if so, I felt really bad for her. Or maybe she had it coming if she was willing to date his sleazy ass. A pity. Any girl was wasted on him. He deserved to die alone if he continued to treat women like this.
His gaze flicked down to her briefly before coming back to mine. "It's the weirdest thing, actually. This crazy chick keeps coming across my path and being a bitch. Like right now."
"Excuse me," I said, "But you're the one currently in my path. I booked this room for this time period. Which means I'm the only one who should be using it right now. Also — it's purpose is to study in, not fornicate in."
"Fornicate? What are you? Fifty? And the room was empty. As far as I'm concerned, it was up for grabs. No one actually books any of these rooms — it's first come first served," he argued.
"Oh yeah?" I raised my brows. "Wanna go and take that up with the librarian? We can both go to him and explain the situation and why you need the room so badly. We'll see what he thinks."
"You're gonna rat us out to the librarian?" He growled, leaning down in an intimidating way.
I stood my ground. "I should. That'll teach you to steal people's study rooms. It'll also make me feel a whole lot better."
The girl stepped forward and grabbed my hand. I suddenly remembered that she was here too. She gave me a pleading look as she squeezed my hand. "Please. You can't say anything. I know we were being stupid and we're really sorry. It won't happen again. I promise. Just please don't tell Mr Paulie. I can't risk getting kicked out. They'll let him off the hook, but I won't be so lucky. Please." He frowned at that, finally considering what would happen to her if they were caught.
I stared at her for a couple of seconds. "Are you his girlfriend?"
He scoffed, and her eyes went even bigger if that was possible. "No. No, I'm not. I know this makes me sound terrible, but we just met in the library an hour ago." She looked very embarrassed about this fact, but she covered it was an awkward laugh, "You know him — he doesn't date."
I didn't actually, but that was good to know. It gave me even more reason to despise him and his species.
I turned to look back at him. He had his arms crossed as he glared down at me. All my disgust and anger came back at the sight of him. It was almost a miracle how quickly he pissed me off.
"Maybe I'll just tell Mr Paulie that you were pleasuring yourself in the study room. She won't get in trouble, but you will."
"You will not spread fake rumors about me jerking off like some loser in the studying rooms. If you do — I'll make your life a living hell. Trust me when I say you'll never have another peaceful day on this campus," he warned.
I narrowed my eyes at him, unfazed by the threat. "Lucky for you, I don't want to disturb Mr Paulie with your perversions — I just want you to leave me alone. You already make my life a living hell. And now I'll have to bleach my ears and eyes because of you and the last two days."
He snorted. "You're being dramatic. It's not as bad as you're making it out to be."
"For you, maybe not. But for me? I'd rather not know about your sex life. So just go, and I'll get back to doing what I was originally planning to do — study." I squeezed around him to get to the room, being careful not to touch any part of him. But before entering completely, I stopped in my tracks.
"If I find any suspicious fluids, I'll report you." I pointed a finger at him in warning.
He laughed darkly. "Don't worry, you put a stop to any suspicious fluids coming."
I scrunched my face in disgust and slammed the door in his face. The girl said something to him and hurried off, sending me a grateful smile through the window. Fuckface made no noise as he stood there for a couple of seconds, probably trying to glare at me through the door. And then he moved and came into view through the window as he walked past.
I made sure he saw me stick up my middle finger as passed. He stopped, seemed to think better of it, shook his head, and then carried on walking.
Good riddance.
I picked up the fallen chair and moved it to the corner of the room, examining it for any gross liquids. It seemed clean but I wasn't going to chance it. I chose the other chair and dumped my bag on the table. Time to do some actual studying.
That was if I could actually concentrate. My whole day had been thrown off its axis thanks to that asshole. Again.
We really needed to stop running into each other.