Toxic - Chris Schistad&Eva Mohn

My thoughts were cut off by a loud feminine moan

Eva POV

I turned my phone off as the time read 2 am, rolling my eyes as I had 'promised' myself that I would fall asleep by 12 am. But to be honest, who sleeps early when they're on their phone? Snuggling deeper into my blanket, I was starting to fall asleep. I was on verge of sleep, like literally on the edge of the Sleep Mountain. It would take a finger to push me off and enter the dream world when -

"BAAAAABY...I LIKE YOUR STYYYYLE..."

My eyes shot open as I heard loud music. I groaned in anger. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

My 'at the moment' favorite song was playing. At the moment means, this song will probably over play and then I'll get sick of it.

I narrowed my eyes, as the music got louder. So sick of living next door to Chris fucking Schistad. Growling I rolled off of my bed, making sure to take my phone and walked towards my window.

My window was directly opposite Chris's, but that didn't make us best mates. It made us hate each other even more.

'You still appreciate staring at his hot body though... not really complaining now huh?'

I gasped at my straight forward yet completely accurate thoughts.

My mind went back to the current situation. Chris and his music. I took my phone and dialed his number, under the contact 'DEVIL'. 

YES even though I hate him I kept his number for times like these.

It rang four times before he picked up. "Hello" he said sounding breathless. "Oh wait let me guess... Eva?" My eyes widened at how he guessed that. "Don't be surprised, I knew you would call sooner or later because of the music. You want me to turn it down?" he said annoyed.

I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off as the music stopped playing. "Ye-". "There, its off, anything else?" He asked harshly. I was taken aback by his rude voice. "Cool." He said and he hung up. "Douchebag" I muttered.

I just had a full-fledged conversation without actually saying anything. Damn son. Suddenly my thoughts were cut of by a loud feminine moan. I looked into Chris's room and was definitely scarred for life.

It all adds up... the breathlessness, the less talking, on my part at least and the loud music.

He played the music for a reason... He'll always be a fuckboy.

I quickly shut the blinds and jumped into bed. Taking my phone I opened my music library and played the first song I saw to cut off the sex noises.

"Baaaby...I like your styyyyyle...."

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A/N: My first chapter was about their current relationship. This chapter explains how Eva feels towards Chris. Read ahead as there is a Chris POV chapter.

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