Best Friends with the Player ✔️ (The Player #1)

Chapter Five-

Five and half minutes later, I'm outside with mom leading the way over to the neighbor's house.

 Yes, the so called five minutes she'd claimed she needed me for had expired due to me trying to squeeze into the black dress that had tightened over my chest area and rear end area since last year. Yes, since mom had bought the dress, my boobs had grown from a B cup to a C cup, adding even more to Dave's fascination with me.

The neighbor's front lawn was covered with toys, ranging from soldiers, to superheroes from Marvel and such. There were boxes and furniture like a worn brown leather couch lying on the footpath.

I nearly face-plant on the concrete ground after skidding on skates that were hidden beside said couch. I managed at the last second to grab onto the tray of muffins I was carrying before continuing on the short yet filled with booby traps footpath.

Mom rang the doorbell which did a wind chime ring before fading out.

The click clock of heels could be heard from the other said as someone made their way to the door. A woman of around her mid to late thirties appeared as the door was pulled open. She had fire red tresses flowed past her shoulders and the greenest eyes you could imagine that was glowing as she watched us curiously with a megawatt smile.

"You must be the neighbors," she exclaimed.

Mom nodded before introducing us. "I'm Margaret Klaus and this here's my daughter, Santana."

"Pleasure to meet you both," She paused as she eyed me up and down before looking back at mom. "Scarlet Archer," the woman smiled warmly before welcoming us into her house. "Please excuse the mess. My husband isn't here and the kids are no help at all." She chuckles as she leads us into the living room area. "Have a seat. I'll be right back."

Mom and I take the couch, my eyes initially takes down the full itinerary of the room.

Family pictures were already up. I could make out three kids, plus the lady and a man I concluded to be her husband. Another was of two kids who were identical in every way except for the fact that one of the kid's hair was shorter than the other. Twins.

"Here ya go," the woman's voice trilled before she appeared again carrying a platter with three cups of orange juice. She placed them on the coffee table before sitting down on am armchair.

"These are for you," Mom placed the goodies on the table and I followed suit. "I was doing some baking when I saw the moving truck through the kitchen window." I smiled, Yeah right. More like you did the baking after seeing the moving truck. Here's the deal, mom tends to stay away from making deserts or baking unless she has no other choice, or she wanted to impress someone. Which in this case was our new neighbors.

"Oh thank you," Scarlet smiled before taking it and disappearing off into the kitchen again.

"So where did you move from?" mom asked as Scarlet returned and claimed her seat.

"Manhattan actually," she replied.

My eyes widened. They were from the big city and they wanted to move to our small ass, dead town? How did they even find out about Port Liston anyway? It wasn't like it was well known. Heck with its meager population of six hundred people, steadily decreasing as new high school grads left town, I would be surprised if there was more than a hundred people left in ten years.

Scarlet must have noticed my shock because she smiled at me before adding, "My great aunt grew up here and I usually vacationed over during summer break. I guess I just think the kids need some... grounding."

Grounding? Which means I was dealing with the high-class, snobby and spoilt teens for their parents to have moved to this in-the-pits place.