The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 38 - Bitchy Girls and Fijitas

Georgia's P.O.V

Just before we where about to exit the house I had the sudden reminiscence that I am supposed to be hiding my whereabouts from my mother. If my mum finds out that I only moved opposite, I will have her banging on the door every morning and night probably with stacks of food and all of the emergency telephone numbers of my 'closest relatives.'

"Can we maybe go out the back door." I sigh looking up to Miles who is looking at me with a confused expression.

"Sure." He pauses before turning around and walking to the laundry room where there is a door that leads to the garage. "We can take my car. It's about to piss it down with rain in a minute anyway." He says opening the passenger door for me. I smile at him to let him know that I appreciate his kind gesture.

The car ride is silent apart from the low beat of the radio pounding away. I love this song, it's Paris by The Chainsmokers. When I went out with Tiff last week in her car, we had the roof down and we where singing this song at the top of our voices. I smiled at the memory.

"What?" Miles said. I look over to see him gazing into my eyes. He had parked the car and then swiftly he cut the engine off.

"Nothing." I said, unbuckling my seat belt.

Miles was insistent that we do fajitas tonight. He said it would be the perfect house warming dinner. I still feel so guilty about invading his house. But he knows I have no choice.

Well I hope he knows that.

"Beef and chicken?" I smile as he packs the two small boxes of meat into the basket.

"Of course, how else would you do it?" He grinned, walking over to the frozen food section and grabbing a pot of ice cream. I noticed the Ben and Jerry packaging and immediately it had my stomach rumbling.

"Phish Food, Cookie Dough or Chocolate Fudge Brownie?" Miles said pausing with his arm outstretched keeping the freezer door open. 

I laughed. "What a choice!" I grabbed the Chocolate Fudge Brownie from him and tossed it into the trolley. 

"Anything else we need for tonight?" He said, walking down the next isle. 

"Erm-"

"Alcohol!" He said walking over to where all of the spirits and wines where kept. He went over to a section where there are bottles of wine perched on their shelves. I looked at the prices and cringed. How can you spend that much money on wine? 

He reached up and grabbed two bottles of something priced fourty pounds a bottle.

"Are you kidding?" I said standing there awkwardly whilst he placed them down in the corner of the trolley.

"I like my wine." He chuckled.

"How are you going to get through the till, we aren't old enough to buy alcohol." I said suddenly feeling very responsible and adult. 

"I have connections." He grinned pushing the trolley over to the spirits section. 

"Connections?" I asked amused.

"I know people." 

"I won't ask." I laugh, following behind him as he pushed the trolley around. He suddenly stopped and shouted to someone.

"Matt." He yelled walking over to some attractive boy. They embraced for a few seconds and slapped each other on the back. He was stood with another boy and a girl who was wearing a bikini and shorts. 

It is December! Why is she wearing a bikini?

Suddenly, I felt self conscious. This girl is model material. I can't help but to stare at her flat stomach and her toned abs. Looking briefly down at my own body, I decided that I still look like a potato and that is never going to change.