Rosemarie

2

Today marked my second day of living here now. It wasn't that bad, but I still wasn't in love with it though. Our neighbors from across the street were supposed to come by for dinner tonight and so far, I knew close to nothing about them.

I mean, I knew that it was a woman in her mid-thirties and a man in his late thirties or early-fourties. I didn't know if they had kids.

Also, the woman was apparently one of my teachers, but I didn't know which one. Maybe it was Miss Holesy, or Mrs White or Miss Troye. I was kind of hoping it'd be Miss Troye; she was the sweetest. I couldn't see why she was unmarried.

But, much to my dismay, the 'mystery' neighbors were Mr and Mrs White.

Now, Mr White wasn't that bad, his wife was a whole other story. She was constantly asking me questions, if it wasn't about her class and my opinion on it, it was my personal life. It was like she was prying every little thing out of me.

I was trying my hardest to keep quiet about Tommy and so far, I succeeded. But with the way Mrs White was asking me questions, it wasn't likely to stay that way much longer.

And the worst thing was, my mum, stepfather or Mr White seemed to notice, nor care, about the constant prying. Of course, they weren't deaf, but they didn't notice the way the woman was doing it.

I must admit though, she was beautiful for a woman in her mid-thirties. Mr White was one lucky man.

"So, I saw you with a boy today. Are you two dating?" Mrs White asked. This must've been the third time she asked me that question, but I avoided answering the last times due to feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah" I answered simply and continued sipping my pink lemonade. "How long have you been together?" Once again, just sipping my lemonade.

"How do you feel about him?" I raised my glass to my lips to take sips again, only to find out it was empty. In that moment, it seemed like the end of the world, because I really needed that lemonade.

"We love each other" I grumbled and fiddled my thumbs together. Mr White chuckled, as if saying 'yeah right'. I could hear him saying that with his sarcastic, low and scratchy voice in my head, I mentally laughed at it.

"Have you had sex?" At that I almost spit out the non-exisent lemonade in my mouth.

"What the fuck?" I almost yelled out at Mrs White's question.

"Well, you love each other,  isn't that what young people do when they're in love?" Mrs White said. "Mrs White, I really don't think that that is any of your business" I politely hissed and got back to messing with my food.

"Oh, please, call me Yvette" she said in a sickeningly sweet tone. Where she got these questions from and why she was asking them, I had no idea. But I knew one thing, she knew something. And if Matt found out, I would be in big trouble.