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? - 4

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I could tell I got him mad. But I could honestly say I didn’t give a damn. Not one bit. 

“You can stand there and look at me dumbfounded all you want.” I uncrossed my arms, making my way over to him, a jam of my finger into his chest occurring during the process. “But, in the end, I don’t like you so you can either a, get out of my room or b, stay clear of me.”

After a moment of silence, a grin broke upon his lips which made me groan. “You’re feisty,” He spoke in a teasing voice, leaning forward so that his lips brushed against my ear. “I like that.”

I couldn’t help but shudder from his touch, my knees growing weak as I quickly gained my composure. “You disgust me.” I made a face before pushing past him and making my way to my bed as I thre myself on it, grabbing the remote that happened to be in arms length (thank god!), and turned on the TV, where in a matter of seconds, Jersey Shore made it’s way on the screen.

“Ew.” He shuddered in disgust. “You watch this shit show?” He furrowed his brows, taking a seat by my feet as his eyes flicked from the screen to me.

Pushing him slightly with my foot(I would have kicked him, but I’ll save that for later. Wouldn’t want him to cry to my mommy now), I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t recall talling you that you can sit on MY bed.”

Shrugging,. He leaned back on his elbows. “So?”

“So?” I sat up, anger evident now as I pushed his legs with my foot even more. “So, this is my room and this iks my bed. Not yours so I suggest you get the hell up or I will gladly chop your legs off.”

Widening his eyes, he quickly stood up, brushing his pants. “You’re crazy.”

“Never said I was normal.” I faked a smile before turning my attention back on the TV in time to watch Snooki fall on the floor, causing me to laugh a bit.

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“Honey, it’s time for dinner!” My mom called out from down the stairs. Pushing myself up and off the bed, I shut off the TV before grabbing his arm and dragging him down the stairs with me.

“Lane--” My mom began to call me again before I cut her off.

“I’m right here mom.” I sighed, taking my usual seat at the table as Josh uninvitedly took the seat next to mine. “What are you doing?” I rasped, my eyes staring daggers into his as he merely shook it off, chuckling slightly.

“Sitting next to my new best friend! What does it look like I’m doing?” He smirked as I slumped in my seat. I could tell his words dreaded with sarcasm - the sarcasm I had absolutely no time to handle right now.

“You’re despicable.” I groaned as he chuckled once again.

“Hey, isn’t that a movie?” He turned to me while waiting for dinner to be served.

“No. . .?” I arched a brow, sliding my seat a bit to the right as I stared him down in curiosity to how stupid he could be.

“Yeah!” He turned in his seat now, getting a better view of me. “The movie with the foreign guy, who takes those three little girls from the orphanage?”

“You mean Despicable Me?” 

“Yeah, yeah! That one!” He snapped his fingers together, a smile on his face as I slowly shook my head, in awe to how retarded he was.

“Wow. Too bad you’re not a blonde.” I muttered.

“Why?” He asked as I giggled to myself.

“Because,” I turned to him. “you sure act like it.”

“How do I act like a blonde? I don‘t even have blonde hair.” He arched his brow, confusion written all over his face. 

Figures.

“Exactly.” I smiled before facing forward when my mom called for us to say grace.