Who?

Shark POV

Ya ever heard the phrase "There's plenty more fish in the sea"? Well, imagine saying that to a shark. That's exactly my situation now. Girlfriend gets caught cheating, brushes off the situation while outing me for being "controlling" and "toxic", While whoever it was that my now ex decided to bring home scrambled to get covered. I decided to focus on the more important side of things.

I take one glance at whats-her-name, not bothering to remember, then try to hide a chuckle, looking down at the floor to hide my smile.

"What the hell? Why are you laughing? Did our love mean nothing to you? I can't believe you would do this to me!"

I couldn't hold it anymore. I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach.

"You're the one cheating! And you tell me I'M the bad guy."

Great. Now shes crying. Welp, that's my cue, I guess.

I sigh, wiping a tear from my eye. "I'll give ya 5 minutes to sort out whatever freak show happened here, and by the time I come back, I want both of you out." I gesture at the mess of the room.

I walk straight out the front door and speed down the hallway before any of them can answer, still cringing at how high the awkwardness levels were just a minute ago. Wondering what I should get from the cafeteria vending machines and trying to distract myself, I hear this low shuffle behind me and stop, already preparing myself.

"Sasha! I missed youu. Why'd you leave mee."

I feel hands wrap around my waist from behind and pull me into a hug. I knew who it was from the moment I heard that nickname. There's only one person who calls me that. Or rather, one person I allow.

"Get offa me, ya big baby." I say, a little colder than intended.

Truth is, without him, I don't know where I'd be right now. I'd become immortal and die again and again if it meant he'd be happy, but of course I'm not gonna tell him that. So I shove him offa me and walk a couple steps.

"Ok, ok, cut the emo act. What happened?"

I look away, trying to think about the snacks ahead. "I don't wanna talk about it."

I can hear him sigh silently, I and walk ahead. I stop yet again when I realize he isn't behind me.

"Roy?"

I turn around and blink trying to process what I'm looking at -- or rather, what I'm not. Roy isn't there, where he was standing less than a minute ago.

What the hell?

I stand, fiddling with my arms wondering where in the world he's gone, and that creeping feeling that haunts me turns this whole scene a bit too familiar. I flinch as I hear a loud shout, back to now, thank God.

"DON'T LET ME SEE YOUR DISGUSTING FACE AGAIN!"

Immediately recognizing his voice I sigh and walk back to my apartment, simultaneously checking my phone to see the time.

Six minute mark.

I speed walk back to my dorm, and Roy is standing there, red faced and steaming. I notice cheater is still here, digging through my cabinets and putting whatever she finds useful into a duffel bag.

"Six minutes lady, get the hell outta here. Without the bag. Or I'm calling security."

She scoffs at me and pouts at her considerably ugly fling. She'll be rid of him in 2 weeks, tops (if he doesn't do it first, that is). He glances at me back, and makes up an excuse on the spot to leave. I was right. I look back at her and stare her down until she grumbles under her breath. All I heard was "dramatic" and that was enough to make me snort. She waltzs out the door and down the hall, where I was going to go. Great. So much for snacks.

"Is this what you were upset about?"

I turn my attention towards Roy and he's red like a tomato. Usually he's white as a ghost, but everytime he gets really puffed he turns bright red. He's doing something with his thumbs and tilts his head for a response. Right. I gotta respond.

"Uh, I dunno. I was just looking forward to today and that... situation, it kinda bummed me out. I dunno. I'm fine, though, so don't like, overreact, or something." God. Just stop talking already. I sound so stupid.

"Ok, your highness."

I scoff before I get pulled into an inevitable bear hug. I squirm, feeling tiny as hell, trying to shove his head off of my shoulder, giggling like a little girl. I finally get released from his warm hold, and I wish it lasted longer. No I don't. Ignore that.

I turn to Roy, taking him all in. He's only a little bit taller than me, but this man can pick me up and bench press me if he tried like I'm made of air. His hair is jet black and straight with just a bit of bounce to it, and it goes down just past his neck. Hes got red ghost roots and a scar right below his left eye just a bit off the side. He dresses like he’s a sci-fi game character, or at least tries to. “If you don’t get called emo, gay, or homeless, the fit’s mid.” I seem to remember it perfectly. His round ice blue eyes framed by the catsy look he's got (naturally, of course) mixed with his full pink-red lips and these freckles I could spend all day just counting. Gosh. He's so pretty it hurts. Nevermind. Forget about all of that. Please. What the hell is up with me?

"So, what now?" He says, taking the staring as an invitation to speak. At least, I hope.

Wait.

Imagine a lightbulb on my head, like in cartoons.

"Say, Royyyy?" I turn to him, batting my eyelashes and putting on the most sad puppy look I can manage without embarrassing myself. He thins his eyes like a cat does, locking onto its prey, and side eyes me.

"Yesss Sasha?"

"Ohhh I'm so heartbroken! How could sheee!" I glance at him and notice him staring at my obvious bluff of a guilt trip attempt. Is that good or bad? I dunno. Let's see.

"Ya know what would make me feel better? If you bought poor me some food."

Roy raises one eyebrow then leans forward, tilting his head.

"Of course, my sweets."

OK. What the hell?

Roy lights up like a beam at my reaction, supposedly, and strides across the room, holding the door open. "Ladies first." He says, a wide Cheshire cat like grin across his face. I try not to punch him and see who's smiling then.

"Right. Thank you, such a kind gentlemen." I reply, rolling my eyes.

I lock the door and start down, running at first to catch up with Roy. We talk for a bit, and I didn't even realize we were at the cafeteria until he asked me where we should sit. Me, personally, I favor the corner window spots. Especially the only open one which had a perfect view of the sunset. I point to it and go "there" but he's is looking at the chick-fil-a menu. I get anxious about someone else taking the seats, so I grab his hand and yank him towards the back.

"Jeez. If you wanted to hold my hand so badly you could've just asked."

"May I remind you who's paying for your dinner?"

He apologizes quickly and we both sit down. I rest the side of my face on my palm and suddenly, I feel tired. I wonder if I'll ever actually find someone who loves me. Someone who cares about me. I can barely hear the background noise at this point, only focusing on Roy's voice, before that fades too. My eyelids feel like lead, I relax my tense up muscles, unclench my jaw, and lean back in my chair, my head going from my palm to arching behind me. I stare up at the ceiling. The lights are too bright. I close my eyes and try to block out some of it. I'll just rest for a little. Only a little. Just a little while.

“Sasha?”

I jolt back up and wince at the sharp pain in my neck.

“wh-huh? Oh uh, are we- eh, I ehm- nevermind.” Okay, what the hell was that. Apparently I can’t even speak coherent words anymore. I feel like a caveman. Roy should’ve said something snarky by now, what’s holding him?

Gotta get the courage to actually look at him and find out, coward.

“My love, look around. Everyone’s gone.”

He only calls me that when he knows what’s going to be said next will hurt me in some way, and that name kinda helps. It’s comforting. Uh. Anyways. Back to the cafeteria. Andddd it’s empty? What time is it?

“8:32”

He read my mind. That’s not concerning as hell.

“Oh. I’m sorry I uh, I didn’t get you any food.” I meant it. I feel like a piece of shit for dragging him here and not living up to my promise.

“That’s not the problem.” He pauses for a moment before standing up and holding out his hand for me to take, then continues. “Shark, how much sleep are you getting?”

Uh oh. The name. And the obvious fact that I cannot and will not be able to answer this question honestly without being lectured.

“Enough.” I get up and stretch before yawning. So much for staying awake. I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna keep talking to him. What. What the hell. I can’t even think straight anymore. I’m going crazy. No. It’s just a lack of sleep. I’m so tired.

“Then sleep. Come on, it’s late already.”

Did I seriously just say my thoughts out loud? Damn. Maybe I AM going crazy. Maybe I’m not. Phew, thinking is tiring. I’ll just, sit down for a minute, gather my energy for the oh-so-long walk back to my dorm. Hmm.

It’s so quiet.

It’s nice.

Yeah.