Neighbors ~ g.d.

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Brooke's POV:

I let out a sigh as I swing my door open to my new house. God, I'll never get used to the fact that I actually have a house of my own.

I drop my bag on the kitchen island and pull my hair up bc I know exactly what I'm doing with the rest of my night.

Once my hairs up I place my hands on my hips. I can do this it's only a few boxes. Who am I kidding? I called it quits quite early last night since it was Thursday night and I had class today so of course I have a shit ton of work to do.

I don't have class tomorrow so there's no reason why I shouldn't get this done right?

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I'm probably on my 12th box of the night and my arms and feet are killing me. I'm in a pair of old spandex that I used to wear to volleyball practice in high school and a basic tank top. I look like a mess especially since my hairs pulled up messily into probably the shittiest bun the worlds ever seen.

I have quite a few boxes left but I'm sure I'll manage to get it done soon. That's if my neighbors shut up.

There's been loud music bumping next door for the past two hours. It's almost midnight and I've had it with the noise. I can barely concentrate.

I cut into my next box with a sigh trying to block out the annoying music. I knew I lived next other college students but I didn't think it'd be this bad.

"Wooooaaahhh!" I hear a loud shout from my neighbors front yard. That's it.

I sit my knife on the nearest surface with a loud slam and step over my many boxes that litter my house and to my front door. I swing it open with force and stomp all the way up to my neighbors house.

The guys in the front yard give me weird looks but I don't care.

I step through the front door and the smell of alcohol hits me causing my nose to scrunch up.

Every single person I pass glances my way. Probably because of my clothes. I couldn't care less if I'm being honest. I just want this shit to stop.

"Who lives here?" I ask one of the frat guys. He furrows his eyebrows a bit but he still answers. "Grayson. He's in the kitchen." He shouts over the music so I can hear. "Thanks." I shout releasing my grip from his wrist.

I make my way towards the kitchen. This house has a similar lay out to mine surprisingly.

As I step into the kitchen there's a loud cheering. "GRAYSON. GRAYSON. GRAYSON." The guys cheer as the guy,Grayson I'm guessing, chugs down the bottle of vodka in his hand.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms. Soon her sits the bottle back down on the island with a smirk and all of his friends begin to give him high fives and congratulate him.

I let out a sigh and walk up to the group of friends. Some of them give me weird looks while the others look me up and down. That's college guys for you.

"I'm sorry who are you?" Grayson ask furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm your neighbor and I'd really appreciate it if all this noise would stop." I say throwing my hands up.

"Feisty one isn't she?" One of the boys ask taking a swig of his beer. I roll my eyes and shift from my left foot to my right.

"Listen..." "Brooke." I say for him. "Listen Brooke you can't just storm into my party and tell me what to do Alright?" He says putting emphasis on the word "my". I can already tell I don't like this kid.

"I can't even concentrate." I say raising my voice. "Not my problem." He shrugs. "Whatever you prick." I say turning on my heels.

"Where you going baby? Leaving so soon?" A guy ask stepping close to me. "Get the fuck away from me." I warn. Im already in a bad mood and I don't need some pig hitting on me to make it worse.

I squeeze through all the sweaty college kids to try and leave the house.

By the time I get out I'm even more angry than I was before I went in.

He's such a prick. He's so inconsiderate. All I wanted was for his little party to calm down. It's midnight for gods sake.

I storm into my house and close the door behind me.

I thought living here was going to be great until I met that idiot.