There's a pervert living next door! Did I mention he was hot?

There's a pervert living next door! Did I mention he was hot? - 3

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If I could punch him in his face right now - I would. But then my parents would probably send me to a insane asylum.. And I wouldn’t want that. Especially when I have so much to live for!

Ha, who am I kidding? Life sucks but I’d like to believe I have some chance in marrying Taylor Lautner, and if I were dead, how could that ever possibly happen?

“Say hello to the guests honey.” My mother nudged me with her hand as I forced a smile on my face, trying hard not to puke on the bastard.

“Hi.” I barely mustered as they all smiled with a nod of their head, only pervert over there putting on a smirk. 

“Hello. It’s so nice to meet you.” His mom leaned down to my level as she pinched my cheek. How old did she think I was? Eight?

Pulling my face away voluntarily, I slowly backed away. “Yeah. . . You too.” I nodded, smiling awkwardly as I shifted my gaze to him.

“Well, I’ll show you around.” My mom stepped in, gesturing with her hands to the living room, as he tagged along behind his parents before my mom stopped him. “Honey, why don’t you show Josh around yourself? I’m sure he’d love to hang out with someone close to his age.”

Tightening my jaw, I slowly took in a deep breath. “I’m sure he’d like to stick with his parents mom.”

“Oh no, it’s no problem at all.” He smiled innocently, looking back at my mom as she smiled happily. 

“Alright, it’s settled then. I’ll call you two down once dinner is ready.” She smiled as I cursed my mother mentally, making my way to the stairs when she interrupted once more. “Why don’t you go on upstairs Laney? Show him your room.”

“Mom, I don’t think that’s such a good idea -”

“I’m sure you won’t do anything inappropriate.” She smiled as my cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“Mom!” I shrieked as Josh merely chuckled to himself, my so called mother walking away as I groaned to myself. Could life get any worse?

“So. . .” He looked around. “Nice place you got here.”

“Thanks.” I spat, looking at him with hard eyes as he chuckled softly to himself. “Care to explain what’s so funny?” I arched a brow.

“You.” He shrugged. “Now, where’s that room of yours?”

“Who says I’ll be showing you my room? Darling you can sit on the floor. I’ll be going on upstairs.” I waved him goodbye as I started for the stairs when he stopped me; his hand on my wrist.

“First, who says ‘darling’ anymore? And second, your mom said you show me your room.” He smirked,