He doesn’t recognize it until he unfolds my pant with his two hands, raising his eyebrows. I grabbed it from his hand before he can say anything and I dashed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I sighed, leaned my back on the door, exhausted. Mrs. Eliza had gone too far, must she lock us again? I dropped my pant, feeling like burning it or at least throwing it away, but I can’t go back to the room with this only nightgown. I off the nightgown and wore the bra first, the pant irritate me. How can I wear a pant a guy had touched?

Now, I regret disobeying Jean. If I didn’t help Harry pick his book, we won’t have become enemies. I wore my nightgown back then switched the tap on, washing my face. I would have to endure, I tell myself. I won’t wear the pant again as from tomorrow. I wore it and stay still watching an ant crawling on the wall, maybe it would take my attention away and erase what had happened tonight. Opening the door, I slowed into my room. Harry was on my bed, his back was leaned to the wall, his hand under his chin as if he was thinking how unlucky he was today.

I cleared my throat as he looked at me. “It’s your entire fault. You should have obeyed me in the first place.”

Seriousness filled his face as he stared at me for a while. He wants to say something; something to abuse me. Maybe he was thinking about the right words to choose. I ignored it then said, “You can’t sleep on my bed. Maybe you should sleep on the floor because we can’t sleep together on the same bed.”

As if he hadn’t known the right words to say, he adjusts himself on the bed, still looking at me. Serious anger appeared on his face now more than the day I touched his book. I waited for some minutes maybe he would say something, but he says nothing. Then I continued. “You shouldn’t worry too much; my pant’s always clean without bad odor. Even you don’t need to wash your hands. It’s your fault anyway. You should have obeyed me.”

It’s as if he had found the right word, I watched his lips moving. “You ought to obey me first. Why can’t you tell me you’re holding your smelling pant? Oh, God.” He tapped his head rapidly.

“Ok, I’m sorry. Come down from my bed, I’m feeling sleepy.”

He threw a pillow at me. “You this brat, stop saying nonsense.” He lay down, covering himself with my blankets.

“Where did you want me to sleep now?”

“Sleep on the floor.”

“Don’t forget you are in my room.”

“Don’t forget you are in my house.”

I walked near the bed. “You are too proud. Your father is the owner of this house, not you.” I slept beside him with my back faced to his back although I felt uneasy. He rose, stare at me for some time. I thought he would push me down, but he didn’t. He slept back, and my uneasy grew because this was my first time sleeping beside a guy except for my brother.

Not long after I don’t feel like sleeping again, I said, “Harry, have you slept. I’m not comfortable with you beside me. Go sleep on the floor. You can go with my blanket and my pillow.” I remained silent, listening, but he says nothing. I stretched my leg and felt his legs pushing away. And yet he didn’t say anything. I thought of what to do as I looked at the clock on the wall. The time was eleven twenty-seven.

I pushed his leg forward intentionally, but he says nothing. Maybe he had slept, and so I gave up. I don’t know when I slept off.

A hard tapped woke me up. I then understand he wasn’t comfortable with me on the bed, too. And so, I do and say nothing. He beats me pillow rapidly. I stood when I can’t endure the pain anymore.

“Why are you beating me?”

“You are snoring too much.”

“I told you to sleep on the floor, why are you disturbing me?”

“It’s nothing sleeping beside you. Just don’t snore again.”

I lay down back. “Okay.”

When he lay down back, I felt like farting. My mom knows me well. I’m someone who often farts in the middle of the night. My brother can testify, he knew that anytime he woke me in the middle of the night, I would fart. So Robert won’t bother to disturb me from my dream. But now that Harry had disturbed me, I do him a little favor by holding the fart till I can no longer endure it again. And it’s too late when my brain tells me to run into the bathroom. I let it out, and thank God, it was a silent one.

I felt ashamed as I looked at the clock. What would Harry tell his friends at school about me? The time was three fifty-five. I waited in silence for another beating, but none came after the clock tick three fifty-seven. So, I give up waiting, close my eyes to sleep.

A slap stung me up. It seemed Harry had been enduring the smell since. “You want to kill me, why are you disturbing me like this?’

My pillow was on his nose, he can’t talk. He hurried down the bed, leaning at the wall. Then after some minutes, he removed the pillow off his nose.

“I’m sorry, but I warned you to sleep on the floor.”

He lay on the floor, his face facing the wall.

I didn’t sleep till my alarm rang at six o clock. Harry didn’t sleep, too. He rose as the alarm rang and saw me gazing at him.

“We’re in the morning,” I said.

“I know.”

“Hope you have a peaceful night?”

He stared at me as if he should slap me. “You are such a dirty brat girl.”

“I didn’t complain. Next time, you won’t come into my room again.”

“I would never come to your room again.

The door was opened. Mrs. Eliza came in without a camera. She went straight to the clock on the wall and removed the clock. Then I realized that the clock wasn’t the one that was there before. “Good morning, kids.” She waited for us to reply, but we didn’t, wondering why she removed the clock. “Anyway, I can’t wait to upload the video of a new couple drama on my laptop. My honey, and my bosom friend would find it interesting.”

I exchanged a glance with Harry as he said, “Mom, you put a CCTV camera there?”

”Of course,” she said, cat-walking outside.

I dropped myself on the bed, wishing I should just faint.