Page 4 of Boyfriend From Hell

After a year in this city, I had to admit it wasn’t much different from home—chaotic, swarming with people.

.. just less organized. Speaking of less organized, in the entire year I’d been staying here, this was the first time I’d managed to lock myself out of my apartment.

I cracked my neck, pulled my shoulder blades together in a stretch, and sighed.

The last-minute holiday I’d decided to take had better be worth it, considering I now faced the option of sleeping outside my door tonight, or knocking on the doors of my neighbors to see if anyone would be open to helping me out.

Come to think of it, that might not be such a bad idea. It would be the perfect excuse to meet the cute redhead who moved in across the hall.

I flipped a metaphorical coin—heads, I took this dumb little error on the chin and slept in the doorway; tails, I take a leap of faith and use this as an opportunity to meet my neighbor.

Deer? Was it?

I was pretty sure that was her name, I remembered when the blond came by to help her move in. That girl's loud mewling grated against my brain with talons I hadn’t known existed. Her voice was so high-pitched and shrill. I shuddered just remembering the caw of her words.

‘Deer, oh my god, look at this space! It’s too cute!

It’s perfect!’ I grimaced at the memory that flashed through my mind of how that woman’s voice breached the paper-thin walls of my apartment that day to punch me right in the ear drum.

I’d made it a point to sneak down the hall as unnoticed as possible that day—but I failed miserably.

It was like that blonde’s eyes were a heat seeking missile!

The moment I stepped foot outside my tiny space; I could feel her hungry gaze raking over my body.

I didn’t need to look at her to know what that succubus-like woman was thinking.

In fact, I made an aggressive point to shun her thoughts from my mind.

Instead, I tuned into the somber thoughts of her friend.

Some asshole had wrecked that girl’s heart and left it with hardly a pulse.

I had never heard or sensed such pain from something that wasn’t even close to the brink of death.

To be fair though, I had been listening in on her thoughts for a while now and every part of me was convinced I could fix her—that I could be the glue that bound that broken heart of hers back together.

“That settles that,” I mumbled to myself and ran my fingers through my hair, hoping the strands cooperated. I had been nervously awaiting this moment.

Today’s the day I meet the girl of my nightmares, formally of course.

After all, it was no coincidence I chose Portland to spend my vacation. I had made it a hobby of watching Deer from a distance for quite some time.