The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 7 - Perverted or Interested?

Layton followed us to the door to show us out. Both her and Charlie gave me a kiss on the cheek then waved goodbye. Kammie gave Angus a hug which was quite amusing, let's just say I think Angus has developed a crush. She is very pretty for a ten year old. She has beautiful blonde hair which is brought down into pigtails and she is wearing a baby pink dress. Angus is never going to hear the end of it from me.

Miles had disappeared a while ago. After dinner we all went through into the living room. Twenty minutes went by and there was no sign of Miles. Then, we all heard the front door slam.

I was actually happy that he left. He was really testing my patience.

We made our way across the road whilst Mum and Dad were happily chatting about how much of a fantastic evening they have had but me? Well my thoughts we're completely different.

The only thing on my mind is bloody Miles Webb.

Why couldn't I have had a different neighbour? I mean over half the town go to Openhay collage and somehow I am stuck with the biggest asshole there is. That is what I like to call bad luck.

In my head I kept planning out how that evening could have gone differently. I literally thought of every possible way he could have avoided being such a dick to me, I mean we both know that we will probably be seeing a lot of each other especially as Layton and Mum are now the best of friends and even Charlie and Dad have booked a few shooting trips into the diary.

For Dad's sake, I hope it is clay pigeons. I don't know what dad would do with a live animal.

Tonight was just a mess up. I despise Miles, ever since I set my eyes on his when he was sat down by the grass I knew that he would just be a jerk even though he looked so mysterious he was probably just staring because he wanted to measure me up ready to slam me into a locker.

I hate Miles Webb more than anything.

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I took a shower, brush my teeth then got ready for bed. It was quite a warm night so I settled with a t-shirt and pyjama shorts.

Glancing at the alarm clock, it read eleven o'clock. I could hear the various doors shutting down the corridor so I knew everyone was in bed.

Just as I was about to climb into my bed my phone started to ring. I sprinted to where I had plugged my charging cable into the wall and turned down the volume.

Who is calling this late at night?

The screen read Milly Monroe.

Instantly I got excited swiping the answer button to FaceTime. After a few minutes trying to connect Milly's face popped up on my screen.

"Ahhhhh!" She shrieked in excitement, I had to turn down the volume again. Even though I was on the lowest bar, it still seemed to be the loudest option.

"OMG" I said back. It has been so long since I have spoken to my best friend (A.K.A, twenty four hours) and I promised her that I would try to call her everyday. I defriently haven't been keeping the best friend duty in check.

"Georgia, you are kinda lagging but oh my god how the fuck are you?" She shrieked once again. I decided to go down the route of headphones.

"I am really good! I miss you so much school is really not the same here." I said now sitting down on my bed to get a comfy position. I know these calls usually take a few hours so I had to get comfy.

"Are there any hot boys?" She said wiggling her eyebrows in every possible direction.

A certain person came to mind but I shook him out of my head.