*Brees POV*
That little ass bag, he is the one that just scared me into jumping out of a window, and now he is trying to play it off like I scared him?!
"Screw you Jacob" wow spicy much?
Bree calm down girl it's okay.
Thank you conscience, because that helps so much.
Wait, I have neighbours? How did I not realise this? I'm currently stood in a white room with one burgundy wall and a few stacked up boxes, some of which have been opened, a few items littering the floor. How did I not notice people moving in next door to me? My curtains are always opened and so you'd think I would have seen some one or at least heard them but no, not at all.
I wonder who is moving in here
And as if answering my thoughts he says"So, do you like my new room then?" I can hear the smirk in his voice. Well now I know who's moving in next door. I guess I'll be closing my curtains more nowadays then.
Sure enough when I take a closer look at the boxes stacked up in the corner, in small, peculiarly neat handwriting it says "Jacobs room." I can't help but notice a picture frame on the floor now that I'm analysing the room. I kneel down to pick it up and I see three pictures, one of what looks like a much younger Jacob and possibly an older brother- both pouting jokingly with hands on their hips; one with four children which doesn't look like it was taken too long ago, maybe just a year or two. There is a boy not much younger than him, a baby girl, Jacob and an older boy - all smiling and in the last one I can see what I'm guessing is his mother, him and the little girl and boy. Something about the last one makes my stomach feel weird.
"HEY, PUT THAT DOWN BREE" I can hear him shrieking from my room as he attempts to climb the gap.
"Aww, you were such a cute child. What the frickity frack happened to you?" I retort sassily.
After awkwardly scrambling over the gap he marches up to me and snatches the picture frame out of my hand whilst muttering profanities under his breath. He glares at me and gestures for me to get back in my own room. I'm not stupid, I obviously struck a nerve or something so I don't retaliate but instead, climb back into my own room.
He snaps shut his curtains but leaves the window open.
"What about our project?" I ask.
"Reschedule it or something"
Well that's a bit harsh don't you think. Someone has problems, I'll find out what he is in such a mood about later. For now, I guess I should start the blue prints. I look for the potato but can't seem to find it and after about ten minutes he opens one of his curtains, not glaring at me as much this time. I open one of the cans I had in my pocket and take a sip as I walk over to the window, waiting for him to explain what just happened but instead he takes me by surprise.
He throws the potato at me making me drop my drink out of the window and jolt out of the way. When I have recovered from almost being hit with a potato I look outside to see my can leaking on the grass. Good job I brought two up I shrug.
" by the way that potato fucking hurt" he says before closing his window and the curtain again.
"Well someone's on their 'he'riod." I shout to him. (Not that he cares.)
Smooth one Bree smooth indeed.
Okay so that's that. Some one is moody aren't they? I wooonnnndddeerrrr why??
Jk, I know why but that's for me to know and you to find out in a later chapter.
Bye.
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A Chance To Fail At Romance
Romance"Okay, seating plan, boy girl, prick boy next to shy girl, go now, no complaints or you will be straight out of my class and will have an after school detention." Declared the teacher. I bet you can already tell where this is going.
