The Boy Next Door

Chapter Four

Dashing up the stairs, I carefully avoid tripping over the edges. It isn't easy walking up the stairs, let alone attemtping to run up them.

I swing open my bedroom door and see Mitch on my computer. He's probably messing around with the photos I take. He's really good at editing them.

"Guess what?" At those two words Mitch shifts himself to a sitting up position, criss cross applesauce, like a child.

Mitch clears his throat before speaking to me, in his gossip tone. "What, hun?"

"Well when you came up here, doing who knows what, Rigby asked me to go swimming with him the day after tomorrow." I try to say casually.

"Don't you know that I'm constantly on social media?" Mitch says, looking down at his phone.

"That doesn't have anything to do with what I just told you." I say, rolling my eyes.

Mitchell looks up to me with sympathy, but uses his scolding tone. "Yes, it does. Like every girl who lives within a mile radius of his house has been posting that the hot guy who just moved into the empty house on Ackles Road invited them to a pool party. You know who lives on Ackles Road? Do you know exactly who just moved into the empty house next to you? Do you?"

I scoff, not believing what he says in the slightest but. Mitch is my best friend, I know, but how do I believe something like that when Rigby protected me? Even if Rigby and I just met it is extremely hard to believe what my best friend is saying.

Somebody rings the door bell and I sigh, walking over to it. Clutching the door nob, I take a deep breath. 

Opening the door, I see my first boyfriend I have had. His name is Beck, he was sweet but he moved away a year ago. That's when we broke it off. "What the hell are you doing here?" I say, trying not to tear up.

"I.." Beck tries to say something but I slam the door in his face before falling to the ground, starting to cry.

"Frankky, please open the door." I hear Beck yell from outside of my door.

I scoff. "How about no?" I cross my arms for the purpose of being stubborn, even if he can't see it.

"Please? I just wanna talk for a bit. If you want Mitch can even stay in the living room with us."

I get up and wipe my eyes, making it a little less obvious that I was crying. I pull the door open and stare into the dark, forest green eyes of Beck, feeling the hurt I did the day he left me. "Come in now before I change my mind."

Mitch had backed into the corner of the room, by my mother's movie shelf. "I'll leave you two alone." He says, heading towards the staircase.

I nod before walking over to the coffe table and sitting down there. "Sit on the damn couch, Beckett."

"You don't have to be so formal, angel."

I snarl at him. "Why are you back in town?"

He rolls his eyes. "If you must know, I moved back. I'm living in the same neighborhood as last time. Which, oh, means that I'll be in the same neighborhood as you, princess."

I stand up and get in his face. "You don't get to call me anything except for Frankky."

Beck pouts. "Not even my old nickname for you? That was so funny."

"Nobody is ever aloud to call me Franklin!" I scream and poke him in his chest.

Beck stands up and gently lays me on the coffee table. "Remember what we used to do on this table? It was so sexy."