The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 8 - Horns.

The sun shone brightly through my balcony window, the light was really testing my mood today and along with that the sound of my alarm clock went off attempting to burst my ear drums.

It is Tuesday.

A day that is too close to Monday and too far away from Friday. I can't help but to hate today.

I found myself in a crazy state. There was a thin layer of sleep that had developed all around my eyes and when I rubbed it away it peeled off with pain. I have also developed dark circles under my eyes which makes me look like I have matching bruises either side.

Lets just say today is not my day.

And to top that, my nightmare returned to me from last night.

Yes, I know you can say I was looking at Miles when he was doing his thing with that poor unfortunate girl but who could blame me? It's called being intrigued. It's that weird moment when you trying using everything that is in you to look away but doesn't matter how much you try you just can't seem to move a muscle.

And to top that, he saw me.

Yes, he was having a blowjob and we made eye contact but he was more than happy too keep looking, if I'm honest it looked like he wanted me to watch but no.

Why the fuck don't you shut your curtains? For all I know my Mum could have seen that, how awkward would that be?

Or am I missing something here? Does the whole neighbourhood switch onto mileshub.com and he ends up wth a crowd of people masterbating by their windows. Maybe it's all part of the show.

I'm just another viewer.

I shake the ugly thought from my mind. I am literally spinning around in circles here, coming up with the weirdest stuff.

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The breezy air fell over my face as I started my short trek to Collage. The neighbourhood suddenly came alive.

This is my third day living in Openhay, and if I am honest it is a lovely place to live. Everybody is so friendly and it's nice in the morning how everyone gathers in each others gardens with picnics and cups of tea.

Now, I'm not saying I don't miss my old home but after a lot of contemplating, it's because the two places are so different that don't make me feel as home sick anymore.

But I kept going, taking a leisurely stroll down the road until I felt two hands grabbing my shoulders knocking me forward followed by a hug.

Who the hell is that?

I spun around to be faced with a wide eyed Tiffany. Her smile on her face was quite a picture she seemed a lot more happy to see me, not that I'm not happy to see her it's just, it's way too early to be frightened like this.

It's too early in the morning for that kind of excitement.

"Georgia!" She yelped linking her arm in mine then speeding up the pace.

"Wait, you live down here?" I said wondering.

"No, it's just quicker to get to school this way, I live a few streets down."

"Oh, that's awesome." I said trying to keep up with her. I only just noticed how long her legs are. She seems to be miles in front of me.

Miles.

Shut up and stop thinking about him.