I groaned and slammed my head on the desk before cursing myself. The brim of my glasses dug into my nose all because the neighbor didn't know how to keep their music down. It was becoming very hard to focus on my novel when I couldn't hear myself think. I guess that's what I get for living in a studio apartment. I banged on the wall to the neighbors hoping they'd catch the hint, but they echoed my knocking instead. Fucking jerks! I didn't know who lived next door, but I was ready to kill them. Yeah, I was going to have to deal with that.
With a puff, I pushed my chair out and walked outside. My straight blonde hair was in a messy bun, my black rectangular glasses rested on a tiny nose, covering large blue eyes, and my short 5'2, 115 pound body was covered in pajama pants and a tank top. I marched my messy ass to the next apartment over and pounded on the door. I crossed my arms impatiently waiting until the door slowly opened. "Well, hot damn." A deep voice met me. I glanced up to see a very firm half naked man. He towered above my tiny frame and I nearly felt inferior. Unfortunately, my attitude made up for my size.
"Look, I am trying to work so if you wouldn't mind turning that shit down, I would appreciate it."
"Say please, sugar." The man smirked a dazzling smirk, but I refused to let it affect me. Sure, my insides were reminding me that I haven't been touched in almost two years, but I refused to give into a inconsiderate jerk.
"I already said I'd appreciate it. You aren't getting anything else out of me. I have a deadline to meet and need to focus." The man ran a hand through his dark brown hair while gazing over me with light hazel eyes.
"I'm sure I can arrange a way to help you focus."
I groaned out of frustration and stormed back to my apartment. I tried, failing, to getback to work the best I could. The asshole never turned down his music, so I had to admit defeat and went to bed early. I would somehow get back at him. The next morning was the perfect chance. It was quiet next door and I assumed he was a day sleeper, so I turned my radio on and blared the music. Nobody lived on the other side of me, and the people under me where practically never home, so I wasn't bugging anyone else. It was just a matter of time.
I let out a smirk when I heard a bang echo through the wall. I waited to see what the guy would do, and wasn't disappointed when a loud banging on my door rang through my ears. I sauntered towards the door and opened it slowly. "Can I help you?"
The neighbor stood in my door, rage evident on his chiseled face, wearing nothing but his boxers. It was slightly intimidating, but I stood firm and glanced him in the eyes playing innocent. "As if you don't already know." He boomed and entered my apartment.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I followed him to my radio where he suddenly unplugged it.
"A man trying to sleep."
"And I was a woman trying to work last night, what's your point?"
"That this was intentional." He then completely freed my cord and began walking towards the door.
"Hold up. You aren't leaving with my cord!"
