You were on your period and wanted to avoid seeing Alex, who was hanging out with your brother. After staying in your room for a few hours, you quietly went to the bathroom to change your pad, hoping to remain unnoticed. When you returned, you were startled to find Alex comfortably lying on your bed, casually reading one of your favorite books.

"Why the f*ck are you in my room?!" you yelled, the surprise and irritation clear in your voice.

He didn’t even flinch at your outburst, merely turned a page of the book with an air of complete nonchalance. "Your brother went to get pizza," he answered calmly, his deep voice as infuriatingly smooth as ever.

"And why didn’t you go with him?" you demanded, your tone sharpening as you crossed your arms over your chest.

Finally, he glanced up from the book, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a smirk that made your blood boil. "Because pissing you off would be more fun," he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, both from anger and embarrassment. "Get out of my room, Alex," you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the frustration bubbling inside you.

"Hm, no, I don’t think so," he replied, setting the book aside. Without warning, he reached over to your nightstand and picked up your journal, flipping through the pages with casual interest.

Panic surged through you as you realized what he was holding. That journal was where you wrote everything—your deepest thoughts, your struggles, even the lingering feelings you still had for him. "Put that down!" you snapped, stepping closer, but hesitating to actually grab it from him.

He ignored your demand and calmly kept reading. After a moment, he looked up with a smirk and casually asked, "Are you on your period?" "Shit," you muttered, the embarrassment washing over you as you realized he had pieced it together.

Closing the journal, he added teasingly, "I could just make it stop for nine months," clearly enjoying how flustered you became.