I woke up with a good feeling, knowing it's 10:30 on Sunday morning and that my aunt is far enough away. With a smile on my face, I walked into the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth and got myself at least partially operational. From the closet, I pulled out gray sweatpants and a loose hoodie. It wasn't until breakfast that I remembered the events of the previous day. However, I didn't let that mysterious redhead ruin my Sunday, so I simply decided it would be better to forget about it.
I turned on the large stereo in the living room and connected my phone. Soon, the song "Sex, drugs, Etc." echoed through the house. I sang somewhat off-key and then screamed like a horror movie girl. There, on my couch, sat the redhead. His head tilted to the side like a curious puppy. When we made eye contact, he just smiled slightly and gracefully stood up. "Don't come closer!" I exclaimed determinedly, desperately looking for some weapon. "Interesting text," he casually remarked. "Sounds like it's from a dealer." I snapped, grabbing a massive candle from the shelf next to the TV. He just laughed. "True," he shrugged. "What do you want here?" I asked, holding the scented candle. "You won't believe it, but I'm not spying on you for your super-secret screaming concert." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "You saw me," he explained. "Yeah, I have eyes," I bitterly grinned. "Well, that's not very good in this case," he concluded and sat back on the couch. We stared at each other for a while, and then he tapped the spot next to him. "Please, sit down. I don't want to hurt you. I don't hit women and children," he attempted a friendly smile. "My bruises say otherwise," I sarcastically remarked. "Ah, alright. I apologize. I panicked and didn't know what to do. I just wanted to put you to sleep." He sadly lowered his gaze to the floor. If my body wasn't covered in countless bruises and scrapes, I might have believed him. "Apparently forever," I laughed, surprising myself with where the sarcasm keeps coming from. "Looking at it now, maybe I did," he pretended to ponder. "No, no. Please, that was a joke. I swear I won't hurt you." I skeptically sat on the other side of the couch. "So?" he prompted. "Who are you, what do you want from me, and..." I was thinking of another question when he interrupted me. "Please, call me Jeremy. I don't want anything from you; I just wanted to make sure you're okay." He replied kindly and caring. "I should be worried about you," I grinned and looked at his right shoulder. "Oh, this? It doesn't even hurt," he smiled to reassure me. "Too bad," I puckered my lips ironically. "Regarding your question, a member of an organization working for a drug cartel, but as I said, I don't harm you, other women, or children." He stated seriously. "Great, so I hope we never see each other again, and if we do, it'll be the last time." I summed up everything on my mind and waited for him to leave. "Well, that's another reason why I'm here." He nervously scratched his neck. "We have some subjects together this year; we're in the same grade." I chuckled in surprise. "What?! You claimed to be a gangster, not a student of that institution." I objected, waving my hands. "Not so loud. Yeah, I'm kind of a gangster, or whatever you call it, but I have to have some official identity, you know." I still couldn't believe it. In the last few hours, more happened than in the last three years of my boring life. "Yeah, so you'll be my classmate or something." I scoffed again. "Yeah," he grinned. "Oh God, save me."
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