The Jerk Next Door

Chapter 1

White lips, pale face.

Breathing in snowflakes.

Burnt lungs, sour taste.

Light’s gone, day’s end. Struggling to pay rent.

 Long night’s, strange men.

And they say she’s in the class A Te-

I slid my finger across the screen, interrupting my ringtone. “Hello?” I greeted whoever was calling me.

“I’m sorry to bother you Miss Calderon, but there’s some chick here that says she knows you. Says her name’s Ashley?” Al, the security man at the front gate said. I could just picture Ashley scowling at him.

I chuckled a bit, “Yeah, yeah. Sure. That’s my roommate, Al. Go ahead and let her in.”

“Okay, sorry to bother you, Miss Calderon,” Al apologized, unnecessarily.

I smiled at his politeness, “No need to apologize Al, you’re just doing your job. Oh, and Al?”

“Yes Miss Calderon?”

“Remember, it’s Emily. No need for the ‘Miss Calderon’ crap.”

“Thank you, Miss Calde- I mean Emily. Have a nice day.”

“You too, Al,” I smiled and hung up.

Not even two minutes later Ashley walked in the front door, already complaining, “I can’t believe him; shouldn’t he know who I am? I live here too for Pete’s sake!”

I rolled my eyes, “He’s just doing his job! Besides, we just moved here, you shouldn’t expect him to know you right away.” Ashley just rolled her eyes before stomping off to who knows where.

You see, my best friend, who’s also my roommate, is Ashley Benson. She’s also known as Hanna off of the show Pretty Little Liars. We’ve been best friends since we were practically born. Since we were little we’ve been as close as you can get. So when Ashley got moved over to California for her job, she didn’t want to leave me back home, so she asked me to move with her. I, of course being the good best friend that I am, agreed to move with her, as long as she doesn’t try to push any guys onto me. She likes to do that, especially now that I’m newly single, well, newly for me.

 My boyfriend of three years broke up with me not even a month ago. But according to Ash, that’s long enough for me to get back at it again. Although, I highly disagree. But her being the kind of person she is, is always calling me up and trying to set up blind dates with ‘nice guys’ that she meets. She just doesn’t understand that I’m not interested. “Emily!” Ashley called from somewhere in the house, interrupting my thoughts

“In the kitchen,” I called back.

I heard the clacks of Ashley’s expensive Prada high heels and the jingles of her heavier-than-needed jewelry before my best friend came into my view with the biggest, sneakiest smile on her face. I rolled my eyes, “What could it possibly be now?”

“You’ll never guess who lives next door.” She smiled innocently.

“Oh God, who is it?” I braced myself, knowing by the look of her face that this would do anything but please me.

She bit her lip, “Justin Bieber.”

My jaw literally dropped, “Oh. My. God,” I stood up away from the box I was currently unpacking. “You’re kidding right?”

She just shook her head and looked at the floor.

“Oh my God, is it too late to move?” I asked, dead serious.