Chasing Happiness (Rewritten Under My Other Story "It's Just Pretend")

Chapter 21

AN: So, nothing to say this time. Please read, comment, and vote.

Claire's pov 

"Claire!" my aunt hollered, "Get your lazy ass out of bed!" I grumbled and literally rolled out of bed.

"Ouch! Motherf-" A loud, booming laugh cut off my laughing.

"Easy there Tiger. A sailor would be proud of that mouth." His morning voice was low and raspy and smug smirk was plastered on his face. I shuddered.

Oh lawd that is so hot.

No! Snap out of it.

"And a stalker would be proud of your snooping abilities." I stood up and stretched my arms above my head, my over-sized t-shirt rising up to the middle of my thighs as I did so.

"Tiger, it is taking all of my willpower to not climb through our windows right now." My arms quickly shot back to my side. I fought the blush threatening to appear.

"Shut up Bilyk." His laugh met my ears once again and I huffed in annoyance. Grumbling under my breath, I snatched some clothes out of my drawer.

"Where are you going?" he asked as I stalked toward the door leading to the hallway.

"Away from you so I can change."

"I'd rather you stay here."
"I bet you would, but I don't trust your willpower all that much Bilyk," I called over my shoulder before shutting the door behind me.

Ugh, he's going to be the death of me I swear.

Ahh, but he's so worth it.

I shook my head. I really had to stop.

*break*

"Hurry up so I can drop you off at school before I go to work Claire." My aunt worked at a tattoo parlor and her art is just gorgeous.

"It's alright Sherry, Bilyk's picking me up."

"Is that a male?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"You don't sound very sure."

"I mean he is, but why is that important?"

"Oooh!" she wiggled her eyebrows, "Is he hot? Why haven't I heard of him before? Who is he? Got the hots for him eh?" I rolled my eyes.

"Chandler Bilyk is our neighbor and there's nothing going on between us."

"Mm hmm.... SURE Claire," she muttered disbelievingly. I sighed quietly as the doorbell sounded. Grabbing my bag, I stood.

"Oooh!" Sherry hopped out of her chair and opened the door. Bilyk stood in the doorway in a tight black shirt and dark jeans. I would be lying if I said he didn't look good.

"I presume you are Chandler." He smirked and nodded.

"Alas, you have caught me at a disadvantage. I have no clue who you are."

"I am Claire's aunt, Sherry," she announced with a large bow and grand arm gestures, her curly red hair bouncing as she did so. On many occasions, she was mistaken as my sister rather than my aunt due to her young, mischievous features. You see, she's also my partner in crime.

"Well, we better be going. Claire?" I followed him out the door. As I glanced back, my aunt gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up and wink and shut the door. Bilyk laughed.