Goodbye || j.s. au

Chapter Seven//New Neighbors

I head back home and tell my mom someone stole my phone.

"What?" She's basically yelling.

"Mom, it was an accident! I bumped into someone and cracked my phone. Then they took it."

Mom sighs. "Honey, it's okay. At least we didn't pay for that thing." She smiles and rubs my hair, messing it up. I smooth it down when she's done.

"So, am I gonna get a new phone?" Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

"I'm sorry, but no sweetie. At least, not now."

"But, mom!" I whine.

"You barely even use that thing, you'll survive. Back in the day, I didn't have a cellular device."

I roll my eyes. Yeah, that was BACK IN THE DAY! Today's generation is different. I wanted to tell her. Instead, I walked upstairs to my room and stayed until it was time for dinner.

I see my parents greeting two people. And someone behind them. I walk a few steps down the stairs and see someone familiar. He looks up.

"Abby!" He yells. His parents and my parents look up. I calmly walk down the stairs.

"Hey," I make eye contact with him and roll my eyes. Dad looks at him then to me.

"Oh," he starts. "You two met?"

"Yep." I cross my arms around chest and give him a death stare. He shrugs and smiles innocently.

"We're friends." He walks next to me.

"How'd you guys meet?" Jacob's mom asks as Kira comes downstairs.

"We met at school today." Jacob says. I cringe at the memory of what happened this morning.

"Oh, Abby! Is this your boyfriend?" Kira teases.

"No! Of course not!" I argue. We head to the kitchen and start eating. My parents ask our  guests questions like how they're liking it here so far. I stay silent until my plate is empty.

"Well, I'm done. I'm gonna go to my room." I say, to no one in particular.

"So is Jacob. Mind taking him with you?" Dad says with a mouthful of lasagna. I stay seated and stare at him before I respond.

"Uh..sure?" I get up and walk quickly, hoping he wouldn't catch up. I walk up the stairs and hear footprints behind me.

Damn it. I think to myself. I open my door and watch him enter my room. He sits on a beanbag at the end of my bed.

"Where's my phone?" I say it more like a demand, rather than a question.

He smirks. "Dunno what your talking about."

I roll my eyes. "Stop lying. I know you have it." He stares at me and I look at the window.

"Stop with the eye rolling." He mutters.

"Stop being the annoying asshole." I snap.

"Stop being uptight." He snaps back. He's now standing up, acting like we're having a competition. I roll my eyes once more and open my laptop.