I fell asleep with the same thoughts haunting my dreams. Then this sudden urge to pee woke me up. I looked at the time and it was an hour past midnight. Damn. I cursed even more when I heard my stomach grumble like an internal earthquake. I sighed. If my tummy starts bitching, there's no way to shut it down but to shove literal food inside, and dreams won't do. So sleep must wait.

I imagined walking into the darkness downstairs, and that thought immediately sent shivers down my spine. Flipping up all the hair in my body, including the ones hidden in my armpit. Fudge. I hate ghosts and anything creepy, especially a flying ninja cockroach.

After I did the deed in the toilet, I went down the stairs. As my feet touched the ground on the first floor, the room to the lab suddenly opened, and on that moment I felt like a deer in the headlights. I was stunned by the sudden burst of light from the other room, so I deliberately covered my eyes with my arms like a vampire about to be fried by the sun's rays.

"Oh. Did I frighten you las?" Keith's voice filled the empty room. He then shut the doors to the lab. And again, the room was filled with darkness.

I put down my protective arms and blinked until my lashes falls off. Why am I having a hard time adjusting my eyes? It feels like a camera lens that's trying to focus on something, but fails. Then the room was filled with light, again, as Keith turned on the switch. And that sudden flash killed my eyes, well, again.

"Fuck. A warning would be nice." I growled when I heard Keith laughing at the distance. I shook my head.

Are all hunters sadist?

I scratched my eyes trying to regain focus and when I did, I glared at the person responsible for blinding me, well momentarily that is. He's standing behind the wall smirking at me. I rolled my eyes at him and turned my heels towards the kitchen.

I opened the cabinets looking for Don's stash of Korean noodles. I'm weirdly craving for kimchi at this time at night. Keith's footsteps grew nearer and it stopped behind me. Then he puts his arms on the kitchen's counter, caging me.

"So. You have a crush on me huh?" I felt his breath behind my ears.

Eeek. My heart started beating real fast like that single notion created a spark inside me and has now turned into a fire, burning me inside out.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted and elbowed his side real hard.

Well it's a good thing I didn't go with my initial plan of kicking his balls. I got out of his cage and I'm now standing in front of him, as he's crunching on the side of the sink. Then he laughed.

"You've got some balls missy." He said and he's now slowly standing up.

"Well not literally. But I might grow one soon." I said and started backing up, when I realized that he's walking towards my direction. "But please stop! Coz you're being creepy." I paused and bluntly said what's in my head. "And I'm not into one night stands."

He laughed again. Then he stopped beside the stool and jumped on it, he's now sitting in front of me. I sighed in relief. "Okay then. So what are you up to?" Keith asked me as he crossed his long legs and puts his elbows behind the counter, he looks like a model posing for a shoot.

I walked back into the cabinets and finally had my vision on the hidden stash I've been looking for. My feelings right now is equivalent to an overjoyed pirate that's got her hands on someone's treasure. "This!" I held it up and put one cup in the counter. "Want one?" He squinted his eyes but later on nodded.

I then put hot water on both of the cup and closed it. "It will be ready in 3 minutes." I sat on a stool a meter away from him. I might need a restraining order if he pulls another weird perverted stunt on me. "And just to make things clear, again, if you hadn't heard what I said earlier. I-DON'T-HAVE-A-CRUSH-ON-YOU. Okay?"

He laughed. "I thought you were playing reverse psychology on me. Anyway. If you change your mind, my door is always open." He finished his sentence with an exaggerated wink and a playboy type of smirk.

I can't help but put on a grossed out expression, I've never once bumped into a fuckboy before. "Dude you're so gross." I didn't know that this is the content of his book. I thought he was kind of a mysterious-ass-kicking-awesome type of person that's always wearing a black cap, but plot twist he's the douche type.

He laughed. "Damn. I've never once experienced rejection. Especially with my signature wink."

"Well you must have been hitting on hoes." I stopped to control myself from shaking my shoulders at that gross image. "If you do it one more time. I swear I'll do anything in my power to pluck your eyelids." He laughed at my threat.

"You'll die trying las." He said with a glint of warning in his eyes. Well, it's true he's stronger than me, in general. And I shouldn't be challenging a bigger opponent, with skills I'm nothing in comparison.

Wrong move hobbit.

I gulped down my annoying tongue. "The noodles should be ready now." I did what I'm pro at, changing and dodging topics.

I took mine and slide his cup towards him. But I've put too much impact on that push, so the noodles was thrown directly to his shirt. He shrieked by the sudden impact of the hot soup on his skin, and I immediately run to him.

"Take off your shirt!" I said as panic was taking over my head and my voice. Well I'm scared, he might punch me like Kayla did. "Hurry!" I'm hoping he doesn't get burned skin.

He did what he was told. After that, I took his clothes to the sink and drenched it in cold water then I run back to him. And now I'm wiping his bare skin that has turned red.

Ugh. Why am I so clumsy?

"I'm sorry. Really. Really. Sorry." I swallowed a liter of saliva. "Please don't kill me."

I heard him laugh. Then he caught my wrist, stopping me from my desperate try of doing first aid. Honestly, I have no idea how to deal with this sort of thing. So, I just went on instinct. Putting something cold on burnt area.

"It's fine. It was an accident." He said and I looked up to him then our eyes locked. Slowly his face started going down, as his eyes stared on my lips. His mouth were mere centimeters away from mine. And that's when I pushed him. He stumbled out of the stool and has landed on the floor, butt first. "Ouch." He growled.

I took my noodles and power walked towards the stairs. I didn't even have second thoughts on looking back and check if he had broken bones, or flattened his ass like a pancake. I can almost feel the smoke that's coming out from my ears.

Stupid fuckboy.

I shut my room and locked it. Slumping onto the floor like a samurai. Then I opened my steaming noodles with gritted teeth. So annoying! To think I referred him as someone that looks like Tadashi. He just ruined the image of my ideal guy.

I ate my hot noodles like greased lightning. I didn't even care about my burning tongue and throat. Then went to bed with these annoying feeling, which I've only experienced once, and that's when I first met Tristan.