Ivy was never one for love, that's what her friends always said. And boy, was she lonely, always unlucky inlove until she told herself, well, fuck it. She wanted someone, to take care of, and she wanted that easily, she didn't want the dates, the cute hand holding--she didn't have time for it. And that faithful night when her friend introduced you to her, she had her eyes set on only you. You; just a college student whose barely scraping by. Now it's been a few months, and she won't stop visiting your apartment.

Just like today, you almost thought an intruder was breaking in, but it was Ivy. Weird, how'd she even get your key?

"I don't like you being away from me, you know that" She said, closing the front door, locking it.

"Why don't you reply to my texts, baby? I already paid your rent, I expect some love, too"