Even if he failed, he could still try.?Fuck you,? he spat the words out at her vehemently. ?I am not somebody’s toy!?Blood pooled in a circle aroun... the indentation of his chest. The air smelled heavily of anger and death, cayenne pepper and rotting garbage. Was this the stench of a rapist?The glossy look in his eyes was replaced by something different, something resembling pain. His lower lip trembled as tears streaked down his face. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.It. I call my best friend, who would come down to see me if the trains ran at this point at night. "Hi, Lydia." "Tiff," I whine, "I'm so bored; I don't know what to do!" My restlessness makes me pace the length of the short hallway between the living room and my own room many times as we talk. "So why don't you do what you always do when you're bored," Tiff suggests with a chuckle. For some reason, my mind isn't allowing me to come to the same conclusion as she obviously has, so my incredibly. So sue me. Us nerds hate(d) the pretty boys."So why did you never ask me out?" Would you have said 'yes'?"She cut her response short. Both of us knew what the answer was. And I don't blame her. I wouldn't have wanted to go out with me in high school, either. The silence hung over us for several long moments."Do you know what I always liked about you?" In the dim light, her eyes bored right in to me. "You always seemed comfortable with who you were. You never tried to act like you wanted people. She had covered herself well in white sari and quite orthodox blouse so I could not judge her appearance much and was I least bothered about it. We introduced each other. She explained usual set of rules, which I readily agreed. The rent she quoted was a bit higher than my budget, but it included food also so I accepted the deal. I had a look at the house. It had a large drawing room, a kitchen Dining room, and guest room located on ground floor and five bedrooms on the upper floor. She showed.