Guy Next Door - Part 3

He opened the door. All the sunken agony started to boil within me.

"Mister. I am not here to flirt with you. And I absolutely not interested in talking to you. All I need from you is to lower that damn music. Do you have any idea about what others are going through? It's obvious that you don't give a shit about others and you know what, no one gives a damn about you either. Don't think that you are a smart ass for every single girl to hit on you and right now you better stop that music"

"Is it? You better deal with it"

"Don't you dare", and I left the place.

I never felt this insulted before. It was an upsetting day for me. I have never been so hard with anybody. Once, when I was in my early teens, I was verbally fighting with my friend over the phone. My mom overheard the conversation. She told me that she was very upset over me, and that being hard with anyone can fetch nothing good. I still remember her saying that if you are hurt, its better to ignore that person rather than fighting with them. And that would make you feel better and will let you carry on with your life with no regrets. She was so true. I know this guy insulted me. But it's a shame that, I too behaved so badly and I regret.

Next day, I went to the balcony to water the roses, where I found a note stuck to the plant. It read, "sorry". The guy next door was standing in his balcony. When I looked at him, he raised his eyebrows and walked inside.

As days passed by, I saw him more frequently on his balcony. And I ignored him as much as possible. But I noticed one thing - his balcony floor was piling up with cigarette butts.

One evening, as I was having coffee in my balcony, I saw him standing without smoking.

"Hey can I borrow a smoke?"

Did I hear that clearly?

"Sorry?!"

"Can I borrow a smoke, I mean cigarette? I shall return it tomorrow"

Now that's another height of insult. I wanted to throw my coffee on him.

"I only dope", I said and went inside.

I shouldn't have said anything, but he got me on my nerves.

After few hours, I heard a knock. He was at my door. When I opened the door, he rushed inside and closed the door. I started to shiver. He hurriedly took few bills from his wallet and extended it to me.

"Can I get a pot?"

"!!?"

"Coke??"

"I have got diet coke"

"I mean drugs damn it"

I froze after hearing that. I wanted to cry out loud. I was trembling.

"I don't do any such thing. I told so 'cos I was irritated by your attitude. I am sorry"

"What?", he shouted and left my place. I thought he might hurt me. But he didn't. I was only trying to be sarcastic to deal with someone who shows attitude.