Resist (London) by Danielle Breeze Page B

one day a year!
    Whilst I was sorting through ideas in my head, relaxing in the rare peace and quiet of the apartment, I screamed bloody murder when I heard, “ Yo babe, you in there?” shouted through the door.
    No one was supposed to be there.
    “What the fuck Mase? You gave me a freakin’ heart attack! What are you doing here? Thought you had a meeting or something?” I exclaimed.
    He didn’t answer. He opened the fucking door!
    While I was in the bath!
    And strolled right on through! He put the toilet seat down and sat on the lid, looking over at me as though he hadn’t just strolled right on through and sat down...when I was in the bath... totally naked!
    “Meeting was cancelled, thought we could go grab something to eat?” He suggested, with a shrug.
    “Get out! ” I screeched... “I’m in the fuckin’ bath. You can’t just walk in. I’m naked!” I explained, though frankly, he should have known.
    Of course he knew.
    “Yeah, I got that. No worries babe, I’ve seen it all before.” He winked at me and I froze.
    Mother fucker! Since when has it been ok for a man to walk in on a female friend , or any friend for that matter, that you’ve known just over a month? Since never! The audacity of it!
    “No Mase, get...out! You can’t sit in here.”
    I didn’t know what he thought he was doing. He stood up, and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief...when he sat back down. I frowned, then he did it again, got up, sat back down. I scrunched up my nose and felt my frown deepen.
    What the fuck was he doing?!
    I still watched him. He lifted the toilet seat, put it back down, knocked on the lid, wiggled it about a bit, then he sat again, bounced up and down on it a few times and declared, “You’re wrong, pretty sure I can sit here.”
    Dickhead.
    Complete and total dick...head.
    “You...are...not...funny, Mason” I began. “I clearly didn’t mean you can’t sit there. I mean, you can’t sit there right now. While I’m in the bath! I want you to go wait in the living room.” I said, trying to keep my voice firm, because yeah he shouldn’t have been in there, but he was kinda funny.
    Argh!
    He shrugged and got up, muttering ‘fair enough’.
    Seriously!
    He didn’t leave straight away though, he stepped closer to the bath, blatantly ran his eyes down the length of my body, which was at that point, barely concealed by the remaining bubbles, then gave out a low whistle under his breath, winked again and said,
    “Damn, forgot just how good that body is. See you in a few gorgeous...enjoy your bath!”
    Then he turned and went to leave, but he didn’t make it before I swung my hand through the water, splashing it as hard as I could in his direction and soaked his back.
    “Don’t look at my body you fuckin’ pervert!” I shouted.
    He didn’t respond. Just laughed at me. He knew I was lying, he wasn’t a pervert, he was just Mason. Also, he was right, he had seen it all before. Still, I wasn’t aware that gave him the right to be looking at me like that!
    I dried myself off quickly and pulled on the same clothes I’d been wearing earlier in the day. No point changing, I had no plans to go anywhere .
    That...didn’t exactly go to plan.
    See, I walked in the living room and threw my wet towel at Mason’s head...I missed, he laughed...I carried on through to the kitchen. It wasn’t much of a kitchen, it was tiny. You could fit two people in it at one time, maximum .
    But it was cos y, homely, and for the entire year ...mine .
    I started digging around and found out the bread, cheese and went searching for the toastie maker. As I said, I’m not the tidiest of people, and the same applied in the kitchen. Nothing had a home, everything was everywhere, and up until Mason had forced his way into my life, the dishes were rarely cleaned. But seeing as Mason had tidied up and put everything away, I could never find anythin g.
    “Mase, where have you put the toastie maker ” I called, then I waited