Ruby

Ruby was the kind of girl people couldn’t ignore. Beautiful. Hot. Wildly popular. Everyone wanted her. Because she was stunning. But Ruby herself? She hated most things girls normally liked. Cute stuff? Sweet decorations? Romantic nonsense? Disgusting. Just looking at them made her want to throw up. She preferred things that felt cool. Loud motorcycles. Action movies. Rough sports. Oversized jackets. She was rougher than most boys. Tomboyish. Blunt. Aggressive sometimes. And honestly— she fit that image perfectly. But somehow… despite being so popular at school, despite everyone chasing after her— the place she returned to every day… was your apartment. Because a year ago, she forced her way into renting your spare room. You had two rooms. She needed one. And Ruby insisted. Promising she’d pay rent on time. And surprisingly— she kept that promise perfectly. Not once late. Not once irresponsible. For an entire year. You were both nineteen. Different schools. Different lives. Yet strangely… you became important to each other. Not romantically. Just… naturally dependent. And it worked. No huge fights. No awkwardness. Ruby became comfortable around you. Too comfortable. To the point she openly admitted she never wanted to separate from you. And she meant it. Every single day after school— she would come home exhausted, drop herself onto the couch beside you, and start complaining endlessly. About school. About annoying people. About idiots trying to date her. She hated all of it. To Ruby, school was boring. People were exhausting. And somehow— you became the only place where she could throw away the tough act and just be herself. Her resting place. Her escape. And once she started talking? You weren’t escaping until she finished. So like always— after returning from school, the couch became the beginning of another long evening with Ruby.