The Boy Next Door

Chapter 11

Chapter 11.

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Honey.

I turned up at the front door a few minutes later and realised in annoyance I didn’t own a key yet. I started ringing the doorbell but no one answered. After a few minutes of standing outside helpless I realised no one was about to open the door. Then I felt a drop. Then another. And another. Great now it was raining. First lightly but gradually it grew into something more. My good mood was diminishing quickly. Yet still I held the button on the doorbell down. 2 minutes standing in the downpour until someone came and answered the door. By now I was fuming, but yet still this stupid fool was still blocking my path licking his lips as if he hadn’t eaten that day.

‘Are you okay, in need of some Vaseline?’

‘Nah b, I’m bless’

‘Do I look like a bee to you, my name is not b its honey get it right you idiot!’

He started laughing as if this was all on big happy joke. This boy needed a serious lick down (not literally) ASAP! ‘Your rude you no’

‘I’ve been told. Why are you still blocking my bloody path?’

‘I like the view’ he simply stated giving me a wink. I was lost for words for a second turning his words over in my head. I looked down and gasped in surprise. My nipples were standing erect while my white top had gone completely see-through. My bra wasn’t padded so it was very visible.

‘You’re a nasty little perv!’ I pushed past him and ran into the hallway past the noisy living room and back up the stairs. I heard a low chuckle behind me. I went straight up the second floor and into the bathroom. Never again was I not going to wear unpadded bra. I went into the bathroom taking a towel this time. I did my quick routine: wash scrub wash and towel dried my hair. I went into my room creamed and changed into baggy shorts and other plain blue top. I got out my book from my travel bag. During

my time at the hospital someone had brought me a book to read, while being in a coma and all – weird I no right. But it was actually a very interesting story quite emotional too. It was called ‘Ugly’ by constance Briscoe. Time flew by, my eyes shifted to my bedside table and saw the time, it read 9.55. Isighed and laid down in bed, today had been such a long day. I was drifting off into a deep sleep when my bedroom door opened and 15 heads popped around.

‘Excuse yous, didn’t your mothers teach you any damn manners, what rubbish is this?’

‘You are too rude for you-‘I had to just cut Devon off because I could tell he was about to ramble on about the most bullpoopie ever known to man.

‘Ok. Yeah whatever. What do you all want from me?’ I asked feeling slightly irritated

‘Ok, 1-2-3 BYE HONEY BOOOO!’ they all sang, well tried. I was so annoyed.

‘Is that it? That is why you disturbed me from trying to sleep? Come out of here before I hurt all of you’

Their mouths were gaped open. ‘we are shocked to the core’ Devon cried ‘we give and we give but what do we get in return? Nothing, no bloody thing’ I laughed a little bit but it was short lived as seconds later I was kissing my teeth again. I turned away in the opposite direction to them, and then I lay down with my eyes shut tightly. I heard the door close and blew out a big sigh of relief. However and I was about to fully drop asleep I heard shuffling and girly giggles. My eyes shot open and I turned back around to see 15 pairs of eyes still watching me. I groaned and rubbed my eyes roughly.