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One week
Alex glared daggers at me. She tilted her head to the side, “I’m angry.”
“Why?” I asked. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the right thing to say, as Alex rolled her eyes and walked out the door. “Alex!”
I followed her out into the hall, “Alex please-“ he flipped me off, “can we just talk about this?!”
“Ugh!” Alex turned into a bug and flew away. Great. He’s pissed.
I raked my hand through my hair. And let out a deep breath. What was I supposed to do?
”Dude,” a voice startled me, I turned to see T.J. standing in his doorway eating popcorn. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I don’t know! Do you?”
He snorted, “no. But I know she’s pissed.”
“He, and yeah I got that much.” I sighed, “what should I do?”
“Bro, it’s Alex,” he said, “lock your door and pray.”
***
Bang! bang! bang! “Open the fuck up Maggie!”
I sat against the door hugging a pillow. It was around midnight and I had been anticipating her arrival.. and my untimely death.
If I could actually die, what would they put on my gravestone? “Killed by a really hot person, amen, Rest In Peace”? “Did something stupid”?
I sighed, “if I open the door, do you promise not to kill me?” I realized it was probably in vain because Alex didn’t keep promises anyway. But it was worth a shot.
It took a moment for her to reply. “I’m not here to kill you, I’m here to apologize.”
I stood up and opened the door, “…what?”
Alex looked pretty sincere too, what the hell? “I’m sorry,” she sighed, “for flipping you off because you’re straight. It was rude and it’s not your fault anyways.”
I sighed, “thank you- wait- what?”
“I’m sorry for flipping you off?” She repeated.
“No no no- after that.”
“You’re straight?”
“Yeah that, uh where did you get that.”
She furrowed her eyebrows, “what do you mean where’d I get that?! You said earlier-“
“Alex, why would I kiss you if I’m straight?”
She crossed her arms and scoffed, “are you saying I’m not a girl?!”
I was getting more and more confused with every sentence that came out of her mouth, “No! No? Why would I say that?! I meant when you were- ugh-“
She threw her hands up, “you’re crazy! Why are you so back and forth like this?!” She yelled.
“I’m not the one who can’t make up my mind!” I yelled.
Alex took a step back and huffed.
“What? What’d I do?”
She answered my question by decapitating me and flipping off my corpse.
***
5 days
Alex nibbled on a muffin next to me at breakfast. He hadn’t talked to me all day the day before, and seemed to be keeping that up today too.
Mallory blabbed on about some guy on floor seventy and how he was gonna get it for killing her three times last week. Alex nodded and hummed along disinterestedly
I watched as he brushed crumbs off his lip and straightened his light pink sweater. It was hell not talking to him. And the worst part: I still didn’t know how I fucked up!
Alex caught me staring, but instead of looking away bitterly he said, “real straight huh Maggie?”
I coughed, “I uh, never said I was sure about that.”
Alex laughed and stood up to throw away his trash, “well get that together, come back and see me.”
***
“Ready for a super awesome battle señor?!”
“Yeah Jack,” I sighed, “sure am.”
Jack floated around in a giddy rant… he uh doesn’t get out much I guess.
I was not too thrilled about this battle. See usually the daily battle to the death means just that: death! But daily battles when Alex is like this mean getting killed by Alex.
True, it wouldn’t be the first or last time I’m killed by him. He does it nearly every day. Usually not in a malicious way either. Sometimes it’s in a prank way, or a ‘haha you’re dead’ way. But mad Alex… was scary. And I didn’t necessarily want to get killed by him instead of actually talking about what was wrong.
And by the way Alex was looking at me… talking definitely wasn’t on the schedule for this evening
When the conch blew signaling the start of the battle I reached to grab Jack without taking my eyes off of Alex, currently twiddling with his garrote.
When my hand didn’t come in contact with warm metal, I knew I was doomed. I turned to see Jack charge off into battle with the rest of floor nineteen just in time for Alex to tackle me to the ground.
“Ow-“
He punched me in the face
“Ow again-“
I threw him off of me and grabbed the biggest stick I could find. Alex promptly cut it in half. “That was rude-“
He jumped, grabbed me, and in seconds I was on the ground again.
“Alex could we please just talk about this-“
He wrapped the garrote around my throat, “I think you’ve said enough.”
“What’d I do?!”
He loosened the grip, in balance shock at my stupidity I suppose, “ what did you do? What’d you do? You- you- ugh!”
Surprisingly, he got up and walked away.
***
Three days
What do you think I did??
Sam:
…
Well what did you say
I don’t know I think she got mad at me for calling myself straight
But then she got mad for me saying I’m not straight
i really don’t know what happened
Sam:
Well did you try talking to her
He decapitated me
… i miss him
Sam:
You’re both idiots
I can’t help you
Oh
Sam:
What’d you do
i said uh something about them not making up their mind ??
Sam:
You’re a moron
Yeah i know
i meant about our relationship
Sam:
Were you talking about your relationship at the time ?
…no
Sam:
Exactly
Dammit
Sam: what are you gonna do now
Fucking talk to him I guess
***
“Hello?”
“Hi,” Alex said, as though I was the one standing in her living room. “I’m uh here to talk to you.”
That shocked me “oh- uh okay.”
“Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah I’m just… surprised?” It wasn’t exactly characteristic of her. I made my way to the couch and gestured for her to join.
She sighed, “Magnus… you’re not straight. Like I’m telling you right now, you’re not. Sorry to break it to you.”
I looked her up and down real quick, “I uh… I know that”
“Good… did you uh what did you mean when you said-“
“Relationships,” I interrupted. The sentence was so stupid of me I didn’t want to have to hear it again. “You can’t decide whether you want this or not.”
“Oh,” she said, “okay”
“Do you.. uh.. want this?”
She sighed, “I’m not ready to answer that question.”
“That’s okay,” I said, “I can wait.”
She kissed me. For the first time in weeks. Definitely the first time since this dispute started.
Then Alex pulled away, “This is partially my fault isn’t it,” she said.
“Yeah,” I grimaced, “can you like… tell me next time I do something wrong?”
She buried her head in my chest, “yeah. I’m bad at talking.”
We laughed, I turned on a movie, we didn’t pay much attention.
***
Yesterday
Alex laughed at me
“What?”
“You have falafel on your nose.”
I stuck my tongue out at him and he just smiled.
“I forgive you for being stupid yknow.”
I chuckled, “thanks. I don’t think before I say things sometimes, and definitely not in more than one tone.”
“I noticed,” she said
“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.
“Don’t worry, it’s cute.”
Now I just sit back and wait till she says she’s sorry.