The Neighbor Next Door

3. Math Equations & Elevator Conversations

I bite my lower lip as I draw a perfect dot on my wall, then pick up the hammer and bang it against the nail, only for it to fall and leave a large mark on my wall.

I groaned and slammed my head against the wall. I try a few more times, and finally it gets through. Damn, stupid ass nail. I feel a vibration as I rest my head against the wall. I pull off my headphones and notice someone was ringing my doorbell the entire time. I get down the step stool and walk over to the door, holding the hammer.

I open the door, the moment my eyes took a long glance up at the tall tanned body, I felt my body get warm. I never realized how green could be such a beautiful color until I saw those eyes. One glance at those deep green eyes told me a lifetime of struggle that had never been put into words. They were a color of a forest through a broken prison wall; the perfect color pf peace.

Then my eyes scaled down to his tattoos that were drawn all over his neck, down to his chest then hidden by clothing. goddamn I could stare at him like a painting for hours.

His hair, his hair was rich, fluffy, and brown like the soil. His lips, a beautiful color of pink. Then they began moving, I try and focus onto what he was saying, but they were moving too fast for my liking.

He looked down before looking away, and a cherry like blush creeped up his face?
I wondered why-when I looked down and realized. Fuck me. I'm practically naked!  Wearing a tight ass tank top with my breasts practically pouring out, and short shorts that don't cover anything.

"Sorry, I had my headphone-" He interrupts me.

"I don't care, keep the banging to yourself, some of us are trying to fucking sleep." He demands. I roll my eyes at him as he turns opposite of my door. He slams the door.
What the fuck? Rude.

I look down at the hammer and get an idea. I open the door again and go grab another nail. I get up the step stool, and put another nail near the first hung up painting. I wait a bit, and when I think it's the perfect moment, I bang it so hard it goes right in. I smile and get down while running over the door. I hear footsteps before he says "What did I-" And before he says anything else, I slam the door onto his face and walk away proudly.
That's what you get dickhead!

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After a few hours, I decided I did enough painting and hanging up frames, and decided to study. I hop in the shower and do my usual routine, this time putting my curls in a half-up style. I put on a simple dress and decide to put my contact lenses in.

I had heterochromia, my parents always loved my brown and blueish green eyes, but I always got bullied for it throughout grade school, so I deiced to cover them up. I moved and everyone loved it, and I myself grew fond of my eyes as I realized it makes me unique. I still decide to cover them up sometimes just for fun now.

After I'm finally ready, I grab my bag and head out my apartment, turning to lock my doors. I pull down the handle to double check. When it was secure, I turn around but bump into another body.

That body being my pain in the ass hot neighbor.

He glances down at me, wearing a tight black shirt with some jeans. A jacket in one hand, also holding a gym bag. 

He walks past me; I follow after him and watch him push the elevator button. I wait patiently besides him, my feet tapping against the floors. I take another quick glace at him; he was a huge man. His build, everything about him sort of scares me. He looks oddly familiar, I feel like I know him.

Flashback
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My ball rolls back into the neighbors lawn again and I whine. Oh papa is going to yell at me all day! I look around to make sure no one is watching me, but before I could go over, I see a boy pick up the ball. It's the same boy! "H-hello" I speak. I wish I didn't stutter so much, I hope I can work on that in the future someday. He comes over after picking up the ball. I smile when he hands it over to me.