ENGAGED TO ONE IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER

Chapter 5

*The As$hole Behind The Mirror*

Raynette’s point of view

He's pacing the room and, for the first time I actually take notice of the condition of his room.

A hot mess

Worse than a hot mess actually, there is no difference between this and a sty. You know the kind where pigs stay, where they relax in rubbish all day and have bugs which are still unknown to science feast on them... Yeah, his room looks a whole lot like that right now. Does he even clean up after himself? Or is cleaning a foreign concept in the world he's from

Mirror World

Seconds that felt longer than a year passed and he still didn't look my way. I could tell he was angry and I'm guessing it had something to do with the screams and crash I overheard.

I want to ask him to explain what in the world is happening. Why is he living in my mirror? How is this even possible? But it doesn't seem like a good time.

I'm so curious and yet, from the goodness of my heart, I made a turn and tried to tip toe out of my own room.

I’ll ask him another time. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing him more than I want to

"Holy hell" I heard him curse just before I could take my leave

I could tell that his curse was directed at me, so I slowly turned around and the coffee-colored eyed boy was staring at me only that his eyes colored was no longer brown as I remembered, but a hazel grey. Was he wearing contact lens?

Why does it matter if his eyes are blue or brown? The way he stares at me with the wrinkle in his face from his frown scares me all the same

Brown, blue or whatever, the eyes of the boy in my mirror showed discontent all the same

"Who the fvck are you? " he demands, his voice high with intimidation that I almost forgot how to breathe.

He is too scary to maintain eye contact with. I instead tried to focus on something else and ended up focusing on what he had on

He is wearing a black pants, a white short sleeve shirt with the word SUPREME on it. His arms were flowing with tattoos, more tattoos than I thought a person could possibly have and on his lips sat a lip ring, so did his eyebrow.

Ok! He's definitely from another dimension. I conclude

"Who the bloody hell are you! " he yells when I don't answer him and I suddenly feel like the culprit.

I was the one waiting for him to show up, so I could ask questions. How is it that he’s the one yelling at me for answers?

"I should be the one asking the question". I tried to sound intimating but failed horribly, he does it so flawlessly I might have to take classes from him, but in the meantime, I need to take charge of this situation

He scoffs, clearly amused by something that I was unaware of, I hope I wasn't the object of his amusement.

"You're the one in the f*****g Mirror" he said with an obnoxious tone

"What! " I questioned. What is this i***t talking about?" You are the one in my mirror!"

" Yeah right" he rolls his eyes and walks closer to the mirror then glance at all four sides before glaring at me.

"I should have known" he shakes his head. "You're a stalker" he concludes. "I get that you're obsessed with me but this is wrong,"

I gasp dramatically as I walked closer to the mirror. In all my 18 years on this planet, never have I stalked anyone before. I feel so offended by his accusations. I’m going through too many things, I don’t have the time to stalk anyone

"Look here Jerkface, I've got better things to do than stalk someone I clearly do not know" I say

"What the hell do you want, lady? " he asks and before I can respond, he continues "Money? Sêx? You must me a quite a hungry lion to have come up with this " he gestured at the mirror

"What the! " I scoffed, furiously "I thought you would be civil enough for us to have a conversation and figure out what is going on but…” I walked to my bed and grabbed the sheet. "You know what? I don't even care who you are, you can stick that information up in your sarcastic tattooed ass for all I care! Here I was thinking you'd be at least be close to a decent person and I thought we could find an answer to this mirror, but No you're too much of a narcissist who think everyone is obsessed with you. I hope when I crush this mirror your whole world crushes with in" I yelled and threw the sheets over the mirror and it does the trick and hugs the mirror gracefully that I didn't hear a word come from the mirror anymore or from the rude boy

I made a mental note to tell Elizabeth to destroy the mirror and get me a smaller one without a rude jerk like him

You know what? I don't want a mirror. I don't need a mirror again in this life time