The naughty neighbour

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'Are you sure?' He asked, breathing heavily which matched mine. His beautiful jade green eyes glittered as I thought for a second. I shouldn't. This was wrong. My parents, my reputation, my virginity... but, the desperate ache between my legs was crying for release. I bit my lips and nodded.

'Yes.'

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I'm going to tell you a story. A story about me. A story that I'm not proud of but I wouldn't change it because it was that journey of self-destruct that led me self-discovery. All this started 4 months earlier. Judge me, hate me but it won't affect me.

'There's new neighbours moving in next door. I hoped they're nice and not racist.' My Mum said, secretly peeking out of my bedroom window. My mum was acting like typical south Asian women, spying on her neighbours.

'Hopefully.' I said, biting the top of my pen lid, as I struggled to write my damn English essay. My imagination and love for reading were declining, thanks to the shitty books we were forced to read at university, for example, non-understandable literary theories and Robinson fucking Crusoe. Yeah, it was the first bloody novel invented but it was boring as hell. I couldn't even finish reading it because it was that dull, and now I was writing an essay about it. I was screwed. Sometimes, I wondered what I was doing at university and how I managed to get into it in the first place. Oh, I had cared then and now, I didn't.

''Do you think I should go over there and say hi? Be friendly or leave them be?'

'Leave them. You don't want to sound nosy or annoying.'

'Alriiiiight. I just wanted to say hi. That's it.' Mum said, sounding irritated by my response.

'Sorry, its just this essay is pissing me off.'

'Language, Missy.' She said. She continued peeking out the window. 'Hmm, I wonder if that's their son. He looks a little...troublesome. I hope he doesn't have too many parties and blast music at all hours of the night.'

'If he's a teenager, he probably will but don't worry I'll be sure to shut him up.'

'There's three kids I think and one mother. The girl and boy look older and ...don't know if the other one's a boy or girl. Seriously, these days, you can't even tell if they're a female or male.' Mum went on a rant. I ignored her. Her thinking was different and there was no use for me to try and change her midnset. 'Why are you looking at designer shoes? You should be working.' She said, catching me out. I was surfing for nude heels, to match the blazer I had recently bought. I always did that, got distracted with other things, when I should be working and revising. But I needed a break and I was spending my hard earned money wisely.

'Ok, I'll go back to it. Actually, I'm going to the garden to do some work.' I went downstairs and poured myself a glass of coke, added some crushed ice, a slice of lime, some mint leaves and a straw.

I relaxed on the sun-bed and begun typing again.

'Does this belong to you?' I looked up to see where the voice had come from. A guy rounds my age but older was leaning over the fence, holding up two footballs with his strong, tanned muscular arm. He had sparkling green eyes and neat dirty blonde hair. He was hot and definitely some eye candy! I remembered to reply.

'Uh, yes I think so. My brother probably kicked it over. Sorry.' I apologized.

'Well, try to make sure he doesn't do it again.' His face became serious as he chucked the ball into my garden and disappeared. That was rude I thought. But whatever. I dismissed it.

A few minutes later, the guy returned. 'Is this yours?'

It was a sandal, the sandal that I had been looking for. The culprit was my 10-year-old brother no doubt, who probably had done that to piss me off. He was always getting on my nerves. I was going to kill him when I got hold of him.

'Uh, yes. Thanks.' Once again he chucked it over, muttering how 'fucking weird that was' and disappeared.

'Is this yours as well?' Again, he appeared with an annoyed voice. I put my laptop down and got up.

'Look, how about I just come over to your garden and take whatever belongs to me.' I suggested.

'Sure.'

'Ok, just unlock your side of the door, and I'll unlock mine.' I said, walking towards the back of the garden, where there was door built into the fence.

'There's a door.' I heard his voice follow me.

'Yup, but there are two locks, one on my side, the other on yours, so we don't trespass etc.' I said. I unlocked my side and waited for him. He unlocked his side and we locked eyes. Shit I knew him. He was the jerk from the school I used to attend. He had been in year 13, when I had been in year 11. All the girls had fancied him and I didn't blame them. But I easily ignored him, knowing that there was no point fancying a guy I could never have. But he didn't seem to recognize me. He was tall but then again he always had been. He hadn't changed much except for the fact that he clearly worked out -a lot. He moved out the way, still looking at me with a distasteful expression.

I began picking up the little that I did recognize that belonged to my family. After I was done, I returned to my side of the garden and dropping the things in my garden.

'Thanks.'

'Whatever. Just don't chuck anything else.'

'I did apologize. You don't need to be rude about it.' I rolled my eyes and shut the door, locking it. I decided to go into my house, pissed off by the new neighbour whom I hoped never to encounter him again.

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