Neighbor

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|Present|
Houston, TX
Onika Maraj

Beep! Beep! Beep!

I groaned, reaching over on my nightstand and grabbing my phone. I shut the alarm off, turning over on my back and staring up at the ceiling. Mondays, I fucking hate Mondays. Everything about them just rub me the wrong way.

My job isn't even that strenuous. I'm a pharmacist. I've always loved to put things together in order to figure something out. Some wouldn't say that a pharmacist pops up into mind, but for me, it did, because I've always wondered what the fastest way I could get into the medical field and figure out cures for things that the world claims there's no cure for.

So a pharmacist is the closest thing I could think of. Besides, it pays good and I have a certification to have certain medicines and substances that a regular person can't have. Which allows me to mix things together and see the results of them. So yeah, I'd say life is going pretty great for me.

I actually work in a hospital, but thankfully I don't have to see any of the "gruesome" things doctors and nurses do. I just distribute the medicine and all that good stuff.

But enough about that. I got up, running my hands through my hair and walking in the bathroom. I need my morning coffee, or today will not be a good day.

I got myself together, putting on my clothes and all that good stuff, grabbing the necessities before walking downstairs and going through my checklist. I am very tight with myself. I almost have to be perfect. Everything has to be planned, no pop ups, and if there is a pop up, I rid it as quickly as possible. My parents always tell me to get the stick out of my ass and live a little, but I'll live once I'm making the 6 and 7 figures that I've always dreamt of.

Once I figured that everything was in place, I grabbed my car keys and purse, walking out the door.

"Oh! Neighbor! Wasn't expecting you!" I heard the same annoying country ass voice that I hear every morning.

Beyonce. I knew since the first time I ever laid eyes on her that she'd be a thorn in my side. She's to friendly. Which is weird, and why I don't trust her at all. She has to be doing drugs, something to make her like that.

Oh, and first of all, my shift starts at 5 in the morning, it's 4:30 right now so why the hell is she always up and on her damn porch? This girl has been stalking me for 2 years. There hasn't been a day where I haven't seen hee annoying ass face when I leave in the morning and when I come home.

She's trying to force me to befriend her, which will never happen. I have better things to worry about. She doesn't even work, so I don't understand how she's even maintaining. Every time I look up, she's offering to buy me something, or getting something new done to her house. Where does the money come from?

I know it's illegal, but it's not my business so I don't pry. Just steer clear of her.

I sighed, locking the door and pretending that I didn't hear her, but like always, she kept talking. "I got something for you." She got up, jogging over to me while I tried to speed walk away from her. Fuck her and those long ass legs.

When I realized that she was gonna catch up to me anyway, I stopped, sighing and looking up at her. She was holding a coffee cup on her hand with a bright smile.

I fake smiled, shaking my head. "No thanks." I tried to get in the car but she stopped me.

"Take it, please, I made it especially for you. I don't drink coffee but I overheard you saying you needed it to be yourself in the morning, so I made it for you." She persisted, pushing it closer to me.

I was gonna refuse it again, but just to shut her up, I took it. "Thanks. Bye." I got in the car, locking it.

I started the car up, praying that when I looked out the window, she was gone. But just like I knew she wouldn't be, dhe wasn't.