The Ass Next Door

"Ugh, I still don't get why we had to move." I crossed my arms infront of my chest.

"Your father found a much better job opportunity. And the new house is much bigger than ours." My mom said from the front seat.

"So? Our house was big enough for the three of us, and his job was just fine."

"Skye, you'll love this area, I promise." My dad said.

I rolled my eyes. "No I won't." I muttered under my breath as I looked out the window.

~

About two hours later, I stepped out of the car to find myself on a driveway belonging to house that looked to be about 10 times bigger than my old one.

"Wow." I whispered.

"Lovely, isn't it?" My mom said. I ignored her and

followed my dad into the house, carrying my suitcase.

"Go ahead and choose whichever room you like." My dad said.

I dragged my suitcase up the stairs and opened a random door, revealing a huge room. It had a washroom and a walk-in closet. I didn't even bother looking at any of the other rooms because I had already decided that I wanted this one.

I set my suitcase down in the closet and went back downstairs, where the movers were bringing the last of the stuff in. I saw them carrying my bed, so I told them which room I decided on.

I then made my way around the house to look around. The backyard amazed me; there was a pool and a hot tub.

"What do you think?" I turned around and saw my dad by the backyard door.

"I love it." I said.

"I told you you would." He said.

"I said I love the house. I don't love the idea of staring fresh at a new school in the middle of October."

"Your new school isn't half bad either." He said. I rolled my eyes. "And speaking of school, your first day is tomorrow."

I rolled my eyes again and sighed. "Whatever, I'm gonna go for a walk."

"But you don't even know the area." My dad said.

"I'll get to know it." I opened the backyard gate and made my way out.

I took my ipod out of my pocket and started walking off my property. I didn't make it far though because I felt a shower of water hitting me.

"HEY!" I shouted, taking my headphones out my ears.

The guy holding the hose started laughing. He was actually pretty cute. Not just cute; HOT.

"Uh, an apology would be nice." I said, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I bet it would be." He said, still laughing. I wasn't sure what to say, so I decided to wait for his apology.

"Well?" I asked, a bit impatient.

"Well...your shirt's see-through." I followed his eyes back to my chest. I totally forgot that I was wearing a white shirt.

"You fucking pervert!" I shouted.

"Hey hey, don't get mad. It's pretty hot if you ask me." He said.

"Well I didn't ask you." I folded my arms across my chest so that he'd stop staring. "Fucking jerk." I muttered as I turned around.

"Wait!" He called, but I ignored him and kept walking back towards my house. That didn't work because he just put down his stupid hose and followed me. "This JERK's name is Dylan."

"Again, I didn't ask you." I said coldly.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" He asked.

"No." I walked up the steps to my door.

"You have a pretty nice ass." He called.

I ignored his comment and stepped inside my house, making sure to slam the door.

~

After a nice long shower, I put on a dry pair of jeans and a plain black tanktop. I let my hair dry naturally then straightned my side bangs.

There was a knock at my door. "Come in." I said.

My mom opened the door. "Hi honey." She closed the door behind her. "The neighbors have invited us over for dinner, they're the Martins. You have an hour to get ready."

"Ugh, I don't feel like going." I said.

"Come on Skye, you're going to have to get to know the people in this area sooner or later."

"Oh, I've already gotten to know a certain ass in this area." I muttered to myself.

"What was that honey?" My mom asked.

"Nothing." I sighed. "Fine mom, I'll get ready."

"Thank you. And it doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just a nice top and a pair of jeans would be good."

She gave me one final smile and walked out the room.

I went to my closet and pulled out the first dressy top that I saw. It was a black halter top. I put it on along with my dark blue jeans and applied a low amount of make up. I ran downstairs and saw that my parents were already ready.

We made our way next door and I grew worried. This was the house that I got splashed at.

We walked up the steps and my dad rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door opened revealing a woman, man, and an all-too-familiar boy.

"Hello, come in." Said the woman. The three of us walked into the house.

"Dylan, this is Mr.and Mrs.Walter and their daughter, Skye."

"You could just call us Martha and Steve, Dylan." My mom said kindly. I was still in shock.

The parents all walked deeper into the house, expecting Dylan and I to follow.

"Well well, I guess I found out your name afterall, SKYE WALTER." He said, with emphasis on the last two words. "And why do you look so shocked to see me here?"

"Oh I don't know. I just thought Mr. and Mrs.Martin hired you to water and cut their lawn. You look like that kind of guy." I said.

He had a scowl on his face, and I walked away with a smirk on mine. This was going to be an interesting dinner.