The Boy Next Door

Chapter 17

Chapter 17:

A/N:

Sorry guys for updating late but had too much on my head and didn't get enough time. Here's the chapter, vote, comment, share and follow!

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Knock. Knock. There's a knock at our hotel room's door.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Room service," a familiar voice replies. Familiar maybe because that  person must have come before for room service. I get up lazily and open the door expecting a guy or a female with a vaccum cleaner or duster instead it's a guy I know well standing casually.

"Stuart!" I cry and hug him.

"Woah, go easy on me Kathy!" He laughs. He laughed....... We pull apart.

"Quite a reunion, eh? Cute couple you both'd be," Allysse grins from the corner of the room.

"OH SHUT UP!" I cry. "Come on in Stuart." I shut the door. "So how are you?"

"I guess you can see me in front of you," he replies. "I heard about Allysse's flying performance and yours too. Great effort, guys."

"So you are gonna stay and watch us?" I ask.

"No, I came here to grow cocoa," he replies. We all laugh. "Well, DUH!"

"I.." Knock knock.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Me," is the reply.

"Me who?" I ask.

"Me goat, now open up freak!"

"I guess you should, Allysse. I guess it's your boyfriend," I say.

"He isn't my boyfriend," Allysse replies.

"He'd love to be and so do you want him to be," I reply.

"I.."

"Anyone opening or should I break in?"

"Coming," Allysse hurriedly gets up and opens the door. It's Mark, I knew it.

"Hey," he grins at Allysse and hugs her.

"Come on in, Stuart's here," Allysse says and Mark does.

"So what do we do?" Mark asks.

"Let's prank people since I feel like it," Allysse says.

"You're on," Mark and Stuart say. Stuart can be fun? I never thought about that.

"Okay since you all want to, what do we do?" I ask.

"Let's do it to our dearest Mallisa Jackson," Allysse says. "After all she was mean to the youngies in our team."

"Plan on, what do we do?" Stuart asks.

"I think Kathy can help us by dressing-up as a waitress," Allysse says.

"Why me?!" I protest.

"Because I said so," Allysse says.

"Me dressing-up like a low class person in the society? No way! I'm a daughter of a businessman not just a poor person with a pay of 50 pounds per month! I live in one of North London's grandest streets and not a hotel basement! No thank you! I thought you were my friend but you!" I stamp my feet and walk outside my room. None of them say a word.