3pm and I'm suited up in my apartment waiting for my ride. I lounge on my microfiber couch watching the news as I drink a beer. I've been drinking too much lately, but I don't give a shit. It's not affecting my weight or productivity so what the hell. It helps me numb the pain and loneliness I try not to feel.

I have been hearing banging on the wall coming from that infuriating girl next door, something metal drops and hits the floor. There's some cursing and swearing as I presume she is trying to pick it up and then banging again. This time much closer to my head. This goes on for about ten minutes with the same sounds "bang bang bang, ting and thump." It was annoying the hell out of me and the wolf inside me wants to tear through the wall and throw what ever she has in her hands off the fucking balcony. I turn up the volume on the TV, but the banging seems to get louder, this time it's directly behind me vibrating the couch.

"God dammit!" I snap. I get up and march over to my front door. I swing it open nearly ripping it off its hinges and storm over to her door. I repeatedly knock as loudly as possible until she opens the door.

"I'm coming!" She calls to me in that sickly sweet voice of hers. She swings the door open and her eyes catch mine. Her jaw drops open and she stops breathing as she looks me up and down. I glare at her waiting for some kind of response. But nothing comes.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I yell.

She takes a deep breath in. "I-i was, we'll I'm trying to take down this wall mount." She says opening the door to me and pointing at the living room wall behind her. "I'm sorry." She closes her eyes as if she's waiting for me to start blasting her again.

I push my way past her and take a look.

"What are you doing?!" She says.

"I'm helping you, so you can stop pounding the shit out of our shared wall! You're making it hard for me to drink by myself!" I growl.

She laughs.
"I'm sorry! Thank you!" She says and follows me into her living room. I slow to a stop in front of the wall mount as I see she has torn a few holes and scratched up the paint on the wall.

"Sooo, do you have a screwdriver or drill?" I ask.

She stares at me blankly. "No, but I have this knife!" She says, looking like she had just discovered the wheel and hands me a butter knife. I shake my head.

"It's a good thing you're pretty because you're not all that smart." I turn to her and she scowls, which makes me smile, I find her anger amusing. She crosses her arms pushing up her breasts. I glance at them through her tank top picturing them in my hands. She interrupts my thoughts.

"Shut up! I'm trying my best here. You don't need to be such an asshole all the time!" She pouts.

"I just call it like I see it, let's get this over with so I can go back to drinking beer." I reply.

"You drink beer in a suit by yourself? You're crazier than I thought." She replies. "I'm surprised to see you in something decent other than that dirty fucking sweater you wear all the time." She snickers.

"I'm surprised to see you wearing actual clothes instead parading around in your underwear all the time!" I snicker back.

"Oh you noticed?" She grins.
I glare at her ignoring her insolence and walk out the door.

She gasps. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get my drill. I have a little amount of time to help you before I go to work. Go sit down! I'll be right back!" I snap, cursing her under my breath.

This girl is becoming a big pain in my ass, first she wants to start a conversation with me, now she needs help. I'm shocked I'm even doing this, I have never helped out anyone in this building. Mostly because the people in this building are shit and don't deserve anything more than a throat punch. But she's not like them, she doesn't belong here with all of us, I wish she would just leave, so I can go back to not feeling anything for anyone.

I return with my drill and walk into the living room, to see her sitting there arms crossed waiting patiently like a good girl. I smirk at her obedience and get to work. I take my shoes off and step up onto the couch beside her, she is watching my every move, as I unscrew each bolt drilled into the wall. Finally it comes free and I hand it to her.
"Here, all done! Now you can leave me in peace!" I say.

She takes the hardware and places it on the coffee table. "Thank you."

I don't respond to her, instead I take my drill and walk towards her front door.

"Wait! Where are you going?" She asks.

I turn back towards her only to see those sad eyes again. Why is she so upset whenever I leave?
"Like I said before, I have work soon and I need to go." I reply.

"Oh, when will you be back?" She asks.

"I don't know it could be a late night. Why do you care?"

"I-I don't care, I was just wondering." She looks down at the floor. I know better than that.

"Look Katy, I'm not the kind of guy you want to get to know and I only helped you so you would stop banging on the fucking wall. So if you don't mind, keeping your sporadic failures to yourself so I can get back to doing what I do!"

"And what would that be? Drinking by yourself?" she asks hands on her hips.

I roll my eyes. "Exactly."

"Well don't you worry, next week I'm out of here! I'm moving to a place with neighbors who actually care about something. I don't think I can stand living beside someone who hates me as much as you do. I'm not sure what I've done to piss you off so much, but I hope one day you figure your shit out and stop being such a fucking loser!" She yells and before I can get another word in, she pushes me out the door and slams it behind me.

Little does she know that I have already figured my shit out, and 1.2 million dollars makes me one rich fucking loser. She can go to hell for all I care, I hope someone pushes her off that high horse she's on and gives her a fucking reality check.

My phone rings.
"Jo here!" I answer.

"We're here." The man says. Time to go.