My Hot New Neighbour.

This Means War

This means war.

It's Monday and not only do I still have a faint moustache on my face, I'm absolutely exhausted.

I know what you're thinking.

It's a Monday, of course you're going to be tired, and I agree, but this is a million times worse than usual Monday morning exhaustion. I can't even open one eye, let alone get up and survive seven hours of hell.

Why? May you ask, why am I this tired?

The answer is simple.

It begins with Jayden and ends in Cooper.

That God damn boy kept me up every night, he must think I'm deaf or something, because he blasted his music up until five in the morning all weekend, even this morning. It's now seven o'clock, the time when I'm supposed to get up, but with only two hours sleep, I can't move a muscle.

I groan as I try to sit up.

"Are you going to show me around?" I hear Jayden chime and anger runs through my veins.

"Get someone else to do it." I hiss, finally swinging my legs over the side of my bed.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Jayden remarks.

I walk straight past my window and glance at the shirtless boy looking at me.

Excuse me, back up a second, one step back, two steps back, one final step back. Sure enough, standing in his room is Jayden, with no shirt on, pacing around in baggy gray sweatpants.

My cheeks burn, and I look away, "Yeah, well just be happy I'm awake, because I'd rather be in bed asleep." I mutter.

"Don't we all?" I look at him as he pulls on a plain white t-shirt.

"But we don't all live next to someone that plays music until five in the morning." He looks straight at me and I think he's about to apologise, but then he smirks and pulls down his pants.

I squeeze my eye shut and yank my curtains closed.

I go take a warm shower and as usual, when I step out, I have ten minutes left to get ready. Grabbing my lunch money snd stuffing my books into my bag, I eye down an outfit. I grab a short black top, with bold white writing that reads, 'I NEED MORE SLEEP' well that suits me. Then plain ripped jeans and black converse, I run a brush through my hair and throw some food into my bag and run out the door. While I'm walking to the bus stop, I toss my hair into a semi-high pony tail.

There Leyla is, looking like an elegant princess in a plain white midriff, black tites and a light denim jacket. Her hair must have been in a braid since Saturday because it waves down her back and over her shoulders. She stands leaning on one leg and looks at her phone, when I dump my bag she looks up and smiles then continues to stare at her screen. I get my own phone out.

Social, aren't we?

The bus pulls up and I let Leyla on first, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jayden running towards us, the driver sees Jayden and goes to wait.

Payback time.

I smile sweetly at the driver, "He doesn't catch this bus, I know him."