demanded when I walked up to her.
“What?” She stopped what she was doing and glared at me.
“You’re always out at night—by yourself. Knock it off.”
She slammed the door to her mailbox. “What I do is none of your business.”
“Just go inside. You can’t check it in the morning?”
She glared at me. “You’re really annoying.”
“Like you aren’t,” I hissed.
“Then why do you care? Get off my case, Ashley.”
My eyes widened. “Say that again and I’ll—”
“What?” She mocked me. “Go tryout for the softball team? Play with your Barbies?” She smirked when she saw the fire in my eyes.
“What kind of name is Alaska? Your parents have a thing for Sarah Palin?”
“Did your parents wish you were a girl?”
Man, I wanted to slap her sometimes. “Fine. Get mugged or raped. Like I give a damn.”
“I don’t want you to give a damn,” she snapped back.
“Um…Ash?” Shelly stood a few feet behind me.
I looked over my shoulder, annoyed. “What?”
“Are we going to do this or what?” The attitude was in her voice.
Alaska gave me a look of pure loathing. “Go have fun with your fuck buddy.” She locked the mailbox then stormed to her apartment.
I watched her go, making sure she got inside without any problems.
Shelly kept watching me. “What was that about…?”
I saw the light in Alaska’s living room turn on. Her silhouette moved behind the curtain. I could still see her curves as she walked across the room, still sorting through the mail. I finally turned back to Shelly. “Nothing. Just my annoying neighbor.”
“For being annoying, you sure seem to care about her.”
Now I glared at her. “How about we don’t talk until we’re done?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and started to brood. “God, you’re such a dick.”
“But as long as I make you come what does it matter?” I walked into my apartment then led her inside. Once the door was shut, I threw Shelly on the bed and released all the frustration I felt. Alaska drove me crazy. I hated her, loathed her, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was everywhere, in my thoughts and in my fantasies. Without meaning to, Shelly changed and morphed into a different version of Alaska. It was low, even for me, but I couldn’t shake it. I fucked her, coming inside her and wishing she were someone else.
The next morning, I got ready for school. I didn’t have a rotation at the hospital, so I got to wear jeans and a light jacket. It was nice not preparing for a twelve-hour shift. I finished my coffee while I looked over my notes. I had an exam in anatomy today. It seemed like I had an exam everyday. My brain was stuffed with so much information that it leaked out in bits and pieces.
I left my mug on the counter then walked out, my bag over one shoulder. Anytime I stepped outside, I subconsciously hoped I’d run into Alaska. It made no sense. I had no chance with her, and every time we spoke, we argued. But I was still drawn to her.
I reached my car then heard the loud sound of an engine turning over. I glanced over and saw Alaska in front of her truck, the hood popped open with grease on her hands. She was digging inside, trying to fix whatever the problem was.
“Seriously?” she spat at the truck. “Today you do this to me? Of all days?” She gripped the sides of the engine then stared down, trying to solve the puzzle. “Dang, I’m going to be late.”
I should just drive away. I had an exam that I couldn’t miss, and that was more important than helping her with her car. I would lose a week rotation at the hospital as a consequence. And I needed all the experience I could get.
But I couldn’t leave her.
I sighed then walked to her. “What’s it doing?”
She flinched when she realized I was next to her. “Geez, you scared the crap out of me.”
“But when I come out of nowhere at night, you don’t blink an eye?” I couldn’t hide my annoyance. She was ignorant to the
“What?” She stopped what she was doing and glared at me.
“You’re always out at night—by yourself. Knock it off.”
She slammed the door to her mailbox. “What I do is none of your business.”
“Just go inside. You can’t check it in the morning?”
She glared at me. “You’re really annoying.”
“Like you aren’t,” I hissed.
“Then why do you care? Get off my case, Ashley.”
My eyes widened. “Say that again and I’ll—”
“What?” She mocked me. “Go tryout for the softball team? Play with your Barbies?” She smirked when she saw the fire in my eyes.
“What kind of name is Alaska? Your parents have a thing for Sarah Palin?”
“Did your parents wish you were a girl?”
Man, I wanted to slap her sometimes. “Fine. Get mugged or raped. Like I give a damn.”
“I don’t want you to give a damn,” she snapped back.
“Um…Ash?” Shelly stood a few feet behind me.
I looked over my shoulder, annoyed. “What?”
“Are we going to do this or what?” The attitude was in her voice.
Alaska gave me a look of pure loathing. “Go have fun with your fuck buddy.” She locked the mailbox then stormed to her apartment.
I watched her go, making sure she got inside without any problems.
Shelly kept watching me. “What was that about…?”
I saw the light in Alaska’s living room turn on. Her silhouette moved behind the curtain. I could still see her curves as she walked across the room, still sorting through the mail. I finally turned back to Shelly. “Nothing. Just my annoying neighbor.”
“For being annoying, you sure seem to care about her.”
Now I glared at her. “How about we don’t talk until we’re done?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and started to brood. “God, you’re such a dick.”
“But as long as I make you come what does it matter?” I walked into my apartment then led her inside. Once the door was shut, I threw Shelly on the bed and released all the frustration I felt. Alaska drove me crazy. I hated her, loathed her, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was everywhere, in my thoughts and in my fantasies. Without meaning to, Shelly changed and morphed into a different version of Alaska. It was low, even for me, but I couldn’t shake it. I fucked her, coming inside her and wishing she were someone else.
The next morning, I got ready for school. I didn’t have a rotation at the hospital, so I got to wear jeans and a light jacket. It was nice not preparing for a twelve-hour shift. I finished my coffee while I looked over my notes. I had an exam in anatomy today. It seemed like I had an exam everyday. My brain was stuffed with so much information that it leaked out in bits and pieces.
I left my mug on the counter then walked out, my bag over one shoulder. Anytime I stepped outside, I subconsciously hoped I’d run into Alaska. It made no sense. I had no chance with her, and every time we spoke, we argued. But I was still drawn to her.
I reached my car then heard the loud sound of an engine turning over. I glanced over and saw Alaska in front of her truck, the hood popped open with grease on her hands. She was digging inside, trying to fix whatever the problem was.
“Seriously?” she spat at the truck. “Today you do this to me? Of all days?” She gripped the sides of the engine then stared down, trying to solve the puzzle. “Dang, I’m going to be late.”
I should just drive away. I had an exam that I couldn’t miss, and that was more important than helping her with her car. I would lose a week rotation at the hospital as a consequence. And I needed all the experience I could get.
But I couldn’t leave her.
I sighed then walked to her. “What’s it doing?”
She flinched when she realized I was next to her. “Geez, you scared the crap out of me.”
“But when I come out of nowhere at night, you don’t blink an eye?” I couldn’t hide my annoyance. She was ignorant to the
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