what the hell

I open up my window to let the fresh air in and something crawls in, I think. I dismiss that thought and got to eat my breakfast. A small black brown thing crawls on my table.

"AH FUCK! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" I scream at the top of my lungs, probably waking my roommate and all my neighbors. I hear shifting footsteps upstairs. Yep. I woke my roommate, this won't be good. 

Sluggish steps come down the stairs. Oh god, he's gonna be cranky today.

"What the hell happened now for you to yell at me?" he croaked.

"Just some bug," I told him, as I saw it crawl up his arm. "It-it's on your arm," I said, barely audible.

"What?" he asked me. A awkward silence filled the room.

I spoke finally. "It-it's on your arm."

"On my arm?"

"Well it was," I paused. "I assume it's on your back by now."

"What do you mean, 'assume'?" he asked, doing air quotes.

"I don't know where it moved. I could be gone or anywhere on your body, but if it is on your body, get the hell away from me," I told him. "I fucking hate bugs, especially spiders." He felt around his body looking for it, and his face went pale, as I think he found something. He moved his hand from his back slowly and had a large daddy long leg spider squished in his finger.

"AHHH! GET IT THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME," I yelled at him, jumping backwards. He walked towards me, and I backed up. He was trying to put the spider in front of my face. 

"You don't like spiders? Huh. Never knew that," he smirked.

I said sarcastically. "You think bud?" I think I may of said this, but I fucking hate bugs, especially, especially spiders. Never put a spider near me, ever. Unless you want to die.