Hi! This is my first submission. I know there are grammatical errors. Please feel free to comment.
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I was really excited to move in Calixto, Seinfeld. I felt like I am living a whole new life away from my unsupportive family, pain in the ass ex boyfriend, and extremely hot weather in Gureit. Although I will be missing some friends from high school and college, I guess the change of atmosphere here in Calixto will keep me positive and moving.
I was offered a great externship job in my dream firm and without wasting any time, I immediately sign a one year contract with them. Great means great experience, gain of knowledge, and of course, compensation. I couldn't believe this blessing at first, but maybe good grades and attitude were the reasons why I got this job.
My 3 months with the firm went on very fast and smoothly. I was able to handle a lot of cases and learned a lot from it. I gained some new friends, who were externs also, which were very kind and helpful. I was also able to buy some extra stuff, like high end make ups and shoes, which I can't afford back then. And most especially, I loved the cool warm weather here, which was absolutely in contrast with Gureit's.
I was really loving the changes in my life in Calixto, except for one thing: my neighbor.
When I moved in to my new apartment, personnel from the building were very nice and accommodating. Aside from the cheap rent, there were a lot of perks like easy access to the gym, pool, and laundry. It was a really nice catch, although there's no elevator for an 8-floor building. The good thing is that my pad is on the 4th floor.
So yeah, my neighbor. He was nice but weird in our first meeting which was during my moving in day. I think he saw me struggling with my things and was attacked by his conscience so he just literally grab the boxes from my arms and carried it all the way upstairs. He didn't actually ask me if he could help me. He just grabbed all, yes, all of my stuff. It only took him 20 minutes to carry those 5 big boxes. I was about to thank him and offer free lunch or dinner, but before I finish my sentence, all he said was "You're Welcome." and off he went to wherever he's supposed to go.
I really don't know what to feel or do. Am I suppose to get irritated because he was too arrogant or just ignore his attitude and still give him something in return for his help? Well, the good side of me won, and thought cooking pasta will be enough to thank him.
Well, in case you're wondering about my neighbor, I will briefly describe him to you. His muscular built looks like he's in mid-30s, tall, seems like a half foreigner and I think his handsome too if he shave his beard and get some proper haircut. I don't feel anything good about him, instead, I fear him. I really can't explain why. Maybe because of his big muscular built or....maybe because of his intense deep blue eyes.
Although I fear his presence, I still decided to give him the pasta. I knocked on his apartment door for like an eternity. I was about to turn back when he suddenly opened the door and to my surprise, I almost drop the plate. Thankfully, he got quick reflexes and caught the plate and my hand. I didn't know we were awkwardly staring at each other for seconds before I let go of my hand, said my thanks, and ran to my apartment opposite to his.
I exhaled loudly after closing my door. I didn't know I was holding my breath all throughout. I looked myself in the mirror and I saw some tinge of redness on my cheeks, and my eyes got wider. It was really weird of me to react this way because I know for sure that I am not attracted to him, I only fear him.
I didn't see him for days, weeks, and months. I didn't know what happened to my neighbor. Not that I am interested. I am just curious. Why I haven't seen him in a while? What does he do for a living? Is he still living on the opposite apartment? Does he have a family? Maybe he's in a vacation? All of these questions have been pestering me whenever I see his apartment door. And the curious girl inside me wants to know the answers. Opportunity came when one of the building personnel ask a favor if I could bring the letters for my neighbor. Oh, he has a name. Dramon Solawaski. I was about to slip the letters in his door when a familiar envelope got my attention. This blue green envelope with a cursive font... it's from my firm! I inspected the letter but didn't open it. It seems like he works on the same firm as I do! How come I haven't seen him there? Yeah right, the firm is too large to hire almost a thousand of employees. But something felt so strange. I inspected the other letters and most of it were from the banks, phone bills, and electrical bill. Nothing interesting aside from the firm's letter. I finally slipped the letters inside his door and went back to my apartment.
I bumped into him the next day and his overwhelming presence strucked me and held me frozen in place like I've been caught doing something illegal. He was giving me something, I don't know what it is because I was just staring at his deep blue eyes.
"Hey..."
I didn't respond.
"Miss..." He nudged my arm with a plate and I quickly moved back away from him.
" This is your plate, right?" He handed me the plate and went back to his pad.
I thought I was really caught from my yesterday's mini investigation. And he's still very arrogant. He didn't even say 'Thank you. The pasta was great!' although it has been a month and 2 weeks before he return the precious plate. I went back to my apartment to return it on the dish rack and out for today's work.
The next time we met again was when I was walking up the stairs carrying 2 heavy grocery bags. Our eyes met, and being a very courteous neighbor, I nervously smiled at him. He returned my act of kindness with rolling eyes and, again, grabbed my 2 grocery bags. He jogged his way upstairs and dropped the bags on my front door. I don't know if he feel pity on me because my struggle carrying the bags was very apparent or he was just being kind? But what's with rolling of eyes?
I ran upstairs hoping to catch him. He was about to enter his door when I grabbed his arm.
"I didn't ask for your help! I can do it on my own. I don't like feeling indebted to you!"
"Then don't act like you're weak." Then he shut his door so loud that I could feel my ears ringing.
"Asshole!!!!"
I also did the same. I shut my door so loud letting him feel the same intensity of anger. I was a bit amazed by what I did. I felt so brave to speak up to him.
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I was on my way home when something caught my attention on the dark alley road near the building. 2 men fighting hand on hand. I don't know what's wrong with me but I ran into the scene and tried to stop them without thinking of my safety. The two men seemed to notice that I was appoaching them. The shorter guy was shocked and a bit frightened by my presence, so he ran away. I walked to the other guy who looked like he's physically hurt somewhere.
"Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance? Or police?"
"No need." He looked up at me and was surprised that it was my neighbor, Dramon. He tried to walk on his own, but I saw he was crouching towards his left side. I ran to his side and inspected it. It has no external bleeding but he growled in pain as I try to touch his left flank.
"I'm okay. I don't need your help. Go now." Even if he is in severe pain, he still got his arrogance and pride.
"I don't think you're okay. Let me call an ambulance. They will come in..."
