Worse for Hope- Book #2 in the WF Series

Chapter 17: Murder

✿Bethane's POV:✿

Hi world, I just wanted to drop by and say a few things. One, how ya doin'? Two, do you want me to suffer? Lastly, three, if you wanted me to shoot myself with an arrow, you could've just asked and I would've happily obliged.

"You know, if you wanted to come over to my place, you could've just asked instead of doing this whole 'stalking thing'," he puts in quotation marks with a very pleased smirk.

He's wearing a gray, loose T-shirt that shows off the tattoos on his arms, as well as his biceps and veins which I guess are okay. He's wearing his casual black jeans, and I notice on the front of his shirt are his sunglasses which are hooked onto the collar.

"You live here!?" I don't know whether to be confused or angry, but so far, angry's the way to go.

"Oh yes. Rider's one of the sweetest people who lives in our building," Mrs.Lopez decides to add more to his ego which I think is already a little too big. And by a little, I mean enormously.

"Stop it, Tori." Rider brushes her off as he walks inside the elevator.

He purposely squeezes right next to me even though there's a perfect amount of space on the other side.

If you think I'm joking about how I'm planning to jump off this building, I'm not.

I scoot over and he does the same oh so casually right as the elevator doors close which means there's no escape.

This is going to be my last straw.

"Aww, are you guys dating?" Mrs.Lopez asks all smitten when she sees how close we're standing, making my eyes widen instantly.

"No!" I quickly raise my voice a little, and at the same time, Rider answers with a "Not yet."

I turn my head towards him as he smiles down at me, proud of his answer that's pissed me off even more.

I look back at Mrs.Lopez who's looking very perplexed, her eyebrows scrunched since she has no idea what's going on.

"We don't like each other," I clear the air.

She oh's, faking a smile to show that this is normal even though most people don't just admit that they don't like one another out loud, especially next to the person.

"Don't like each other? I don't think that's what someone who's had sex with the other person would say," he gasps while holding his heart, my eyes bulging out of my eye sockets.

Did he just say that out loud? In front do Mrs.Lopez?! Maybe I dreamt it. Maybe this is all one big nightmare and I'm going to wake up drenched in sweat. Please let it be that.

When I turn my head around after snapping it towards him, Mrs.Lopez is left speechless.

"Oh, and some other things of course, but we don't want to get into detail about-," he's about to add on, but I quickly slap my hand over his mouth as harshly as I can to make him shut the hell up.

The elevator doors slide open thankfully, though the tension doesn't seem to disappear no matter the forced innocent smile I give Mrs.Lopez who's giving me a not-so-kind look. Almost a look that tells me that I'm a whore which I don't appreciate considering she knows nothing about me.