Build A Boy

Chapter 2: No-So-Neighbor

Chapter 2

I awoke the next morning groggy and annoyed. I was sleeping on a couch.

Gross.

My feet hurt badly, and my vision was fuzzier then the white noise static coming from an old radio.

I wasn't hungover, but something definitely wasn't right here.

I remember dreaming about my favorite type of cake. Red velvet.

As I tried to peace it all together I saw the black dress in a ball in the corner and glanced down at the Stanford sweats I was wearing.

All at once I remembered.

A groan escaped me as I fell back to the pillow.

"You okay?" Asked a voice catching me off guard, and causing to roll and hit the floor.

I frowned as I took in the musty scent of the carpet, wondering if I could just stay there a while.

"Just peachy." I snarked. I looked up to see a gorgeous boy towering over me.

He stretched out a hand, and I gingerly took it allowing him to hoist me up. I then headed to the kitchen with the boy close behind me.

Somewhere then, it occurred to me that a rather attractive male was encountering me in the morning before I'd even had the chance to shower, but I shrugged it off. That was the least of my worries.

I snatched two glasses from Ava's cabinet and filled them with tap water. I took this time to get a better look at this guy who was lounging around in my sister's house.

He was tall, with an angular jawline, and shiny white teeth. His features were chiseled, and his eyelashes were long and thick, giving a boyish charm to his bad boy looks. His clothes were nice and well picked, and as I allowed my eyes to frisk his body I felt dirty. After all I did have a boyfriend.

Oh. Right.

"So you must be Ava's sister?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Yes, that's my excuse to be here," I said "What's yours?" This caught him off guard because you don't usually expect someone to have the tongue of a cobra within five minutes of waking up.

"Um,.." He stuttered for a moment and I enjoyed the glorious silence that followed with a big celebratory gulp of my water.

This has been your daily installment of shut up the punk, thank you and goodnight.

I was laughing at my own joke when Ava came in.

"This is Will. He's my new next door neighbor!" I rolled my eyes.

"How fascinating." I deadpanned. "Now if you'd excuse me, I've gotta go home." The stare Will was giving me made me severely uncomfortable, and I was afraid if I didn't get home soon I would break down right there.

"Ava, can you give me a ride home?" I asked.

"No, sorry, I have work." She said sheepishly "But maybe Will can take you?" she said it like it was a question, and directed it at Will, with a pleading tone of voice.

His whole face lit up. "Sure!" was his overly enthusiastic reply.

I sighed grumpily. "Fine" I grabbed my phone, my dress, and those cursed heels and headed out the door.

Will jogged to catch up to me, as I was setting quite the pace.

"That's my car." He said pointing to a silver Prius.

I always though of the Prius as a compromise car, because it was like a minivan and a sports car all together. I bit back my bitter laughter as I opened the passenger side door. I wanted so badly to tell him he was driving a car designed for pageant moms, but I didn't want to push the PMS-y act too far.