Don't touch my stuff (F/M)
Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2022 1:58 pm
Decided to return to the forum after a long break. I thought up this story a few days ago and wrote it out on my phone. Thought you guys might appreciate it!
He looked good. Handsome, in his own weird way. Jace sat across from me at the dinner table. His lean figure hunched forward, listening to my mum ranting about some drama at work. He was wearing a buttoned up light-blue shirt, black jeans and trainers. He had dark blond hair and glasses with a little bit of facial hair. I didn't exactly feel like Cinderella by comparison. I wore a black tank top and baggy sweatpants. My dyed blonde hair was in a messy bun and my glasses made me look like a kooky auntie. Hardly the most flattering look. Even so, I felt his gaze admiring me. There was something about the way he looked at me that implied he wanted me.
We were both 18, though he was a few months my senior. Jace was staying over at our house for the night. His house was getting some repairs done. Apparently the plaster of his bedroom ceiling had broken, forcing him to sleep somewhere else. His family and ours had been good friends for years and my Dad had jumped at the opportunity to let him stay here for the night. My parents made a big show out of it, hosting a small dinner party for our guest to give him a warm welcome. I had somewhat mixed feelings about his presence.
I noticed him looking around nervously. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult. He looks tense. Something's bothering him. Jace had a bit of a dust allergy, and our house was far from clean. He'd spent much of the dinner trying to cover his nose and eyes' complaints. I found it endearing that he put in the effort to look tidy, even if it caused him pain.
He sneezed. "Sorry Mrs Hadley, is it okay if I go to the bathroom again."
She looked at him sympathetically. "Is your nose still runny?"
He nodded.
"Then go on up," she said. He made a move to leave. My mum suddenly perked up. "Oh wait, actually, I have a box of tissues somewhere in the cupboard in the sitting room."
"Oh no don't worry," he said hastily. "I'll sort this myself."
She smiled. He walked off down the corridor to the staircase. My mum went back to her story. I sat back in my chair, bored, wondering when one of them would take the hint and bring out the dessert. I checked my phone. 6% battery. I sighed, it felt as though my phone was eating up its battery faster than it used to. Perhaps it is? Is that a thing that can happen?
"Sorry can I quickly go upstairs I need to charge my phone," I said.
They nodded dismissively. I made my way out of the kitchen and up to my room. My bedroom was on the 2nd floor, up two flights of staircases from the ground floor. The top floor had only that, a small bathroom and a tiny loft space. I passed the first floor bathroom, the door ajar. That's strange, I thought. The bathroom was completely empty. I could have sworn Jace went there a few minutes ago.
I ignored the thought and continued up to my room. My feet loudly creaking against the steps. As I got up to the landing I heard the toilet of my bathroom flushing. What the... Jace came out of the bathroom, looking rather sheepish.
"Uhm, why are you up here?" I demanded. "You do know we have a bathroom downstairs as well?"
He flushed. "I wanted to see how the view looked up here." He laughed nervously, glancing briefly out of the window overlooking the grey junkyard next door.
"Really?" I sighed. "Whatever, just don't come up here again. This is my area, no one else's."
He nodded then walked quickly past me downstairs.
What was that about? I thought, turning back into my room. I shut the door behind me and looked around for my charger, my mind still occupied by Jace's weird behaviour. As I searched through the room, something felt slightly off. I usually kept my room very neat and tidy - and it was. It was a small room, with just enough space for my bed, drawers and a small closet. But I couldn't help but think something was wrong.
I finally found my charger and plugged my phone in. Something didn't feel quite right. Slightly off.
I had my answer when I looked at my drawers. The top draw was slightly open. Call it force of habit, call it OCD, but I always, ALWAYS fully shut the door to my drawers. Always. And this time it was slightly open. Just slightly.
I opened it, delicately, looking down upon its lacy contents. If I hadn't been suspicious, I wouldn't have noticed anything. But now I had the keen eyes of a hawk. Something was wrong. Very wrong. I always kept my drawers neatly stacked, even my underwear. Yet now, as I looked at the carefully organised rows of briefs, thongs and folded bra cups, I saw they had been slightly scrambled. Crumpled where they shouldn't have been. Like someone had been nervously rifling through them. That was when it all made sense.
The fucker, I thought. I bet he took something with him. Probably intends to wear it as well, the pervert.
Part of me wanted to go storming downstairs and announce his crimes to everyone in the dining room. I felt the anger burning inside me at this insidious behaviour. What a creep. In my own house, in my own room! I was about to march back to the kitchen in a fury.
But then, suddenly, I had a better idea. A more interesting, mischievous idea. Mum and Dad are leaving for work at 6 tomorrow, but I doubt he will be up until 9 at least. That gave me three hours at least to set my trap. I smiled deviously, slamming the drawer shut. Perhaps there was another way I could resolve this.
I knelt down to the bottom drawer and pulled it out. There was a collection of items at the back, hidden from unwanted attention. I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget, I thought, as I pulled out a coil of soft pink rope.
That's the first part. I will upload the second and third pieces later today if you like it!
He looked good. Handsome, in his own weird way. Jace sat across from me at the dinner table. His lean figure hunched forward, listening to my mum ranting about some drama at work. He was wearing a buttoned up light-blue shirt, black jeans and trainers. He had dark blond hair and glasses with a little bit of facial hair. I didn't exactly feel like Cinderella by comparison. I wore a black tank top and baggy sweatpants. My dyed blonde hair was in a messy bun and my glasses made me look like a kooky auntie. Hardly the most flattering look. Even so, I felt his gaze admiring me. There was something about the way he looked at me that implied he wanted me.
We were both 18, though he was a few months my senior. Jace was staying over at our house for the night. His house was getting some repairs done. Apparently the plaster of his bedroom ceiling had broken, forcing him to sleep somewhere else. His family and ours had been good friends for years and my Dad had jumped at the opportunity to let him stay here for the night. My parents made a big show out of it, hosting a small dinner party for our guest to give him a warm welcome. I had somewhat mixed feelings about his presence.
I noticed him looking around nervously. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult. He looks tense. Something's bothering him. Jace had a bit of a dust allergy, and our house was far from clean. He'd spent much of the dinner trying to cover his nose and eyes' complaints. I found it endearing that he put in the effort to look tidy, even if it caused him pain.
He sneezed. "Sorry Mrs Hadley, is it okay if I go to the bathroom again."
She looked at him sympathetically. "Is your nose still runny?"
He nodded.
"Then go on up," she said. He made a move to leave. My mum suddenly perked up. "Oh wait, actually, I have a box of tissues somewhere in the cupboard in the sitting room."
"Oh no don't worry," he said hastily. "I'll sort this myself."
She smiled. He walked off down the corridor to the staircase. My mum went back to her story. I sat back in my chair, bored, wondering when one of them would take the hint and bring out the dessert. I checked my phone. 6% battery. I sighed, it felt as though my phone was eating up its battery faster than it used to. Perhaps it is? Is that a thing that can happen?
"Sorry can I quickly go upstairs I need to charge my phone," I said.
They nodded dismissively. I made my way out of the kitchen and up to my room. My bedroom was on the 2nd floor, up two flights of staircases from the ground floor. The top floor had only that, a small bathroom and a tiny loft space. I passed the first floor bathroom, the door ajar. That's strange, I thought. The bathroom was completely empty. I could have sworn Jace went there a few minutes ago.
I ignored the thought and continued up to my room. My feet loudly creaking against the steps. As I got up to the landing I heard the toilet of my bathroom flushing. What the... Jace came out of the bathroom, looking rather sheepish.
"Uhm, why are you up here?" I demanded. "You do know we have a bathroom downstairs as well?"
He flushed. "I wanted to see how the view looked up here." He laughed nervously, glancing briefly out of the window overlooking the grey junkyard next door.
"Really?" I sighed. "Whatever, just don't come up here again. This is my area, no one else's."
He nodded then walked quickly past me downstairs.
What was that about? I thought, turning back into my room. I shut the door behind me and looked around for my charger, my mind still occupied by Jace's weird behaviour. As I searched through the room, something felt slightly off. I usually kept my room very neat and tidy - and it was. It was a small room, with just enough space for my bed, drawers and a small closet. But I couldn't help but think something was wrong.
I finally found my charger and plugged my phone in. Something didn't feel quite right. Slightly off.
I had my answer when I looked at my drawers. The top draw was slightly open. Call it force of habit, call it OCD, but I always, ALWAYS fully shut the door to my drawers. Always. And this time it was slightly open. Just slightly.
I opened it, delicately, looking down upon its lacy contents. If I hadn't been suspicious, I wouldn't have noticed anything. But now I had the keen eyes of a hawk. Something was wrong. Very wrong. I always kept my drawers neatly stacked, even my underwear. Yet now, as I looked at the carefully organised rows of briefs, thongs and folded bra cups, I saw they had been slightly scrambled. Crumpled where they shouldn't have been. Like someone had been nervously rifling through them. That was when it all made sense.
The fucker, I thought. I bet he took something with him. Probably intends to wear it as well, the pervert.
Part of me wanted to go storming downstairs and announce his crimes to everyone in the dining room. I felt the anger burning inside me at this insidious behaviour. What a creep. In my own house, in my own room! I was about to march back to the kitchen in a fury.
But then, suddenly, I had a better idea. A more interesting, mischievous idea. Mum and Dad are leaving for work at 6 tomorrow, but I doubt he will be up until 9 at least. That gave me three hours at least to set my trap. I smiled deviously, slamming the drawer shut. Perhaps there was another way I could resolve this.
I knelt down to the bottom drawer and pulled it out. There was a collection of items at the back, hidden from unwanted attention. I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget, I thought, as I pulled out a coil of soft pink rope.
That's the first part. I will upload the second and third pieces later today if you like it!