My next door neighbor

Chapter Seven- Braley

Haley's POV

After school today, Rachel, Diego, Sarah, Jake, Logan, Brady, Justin, Veronica, Helen, Gino, and I walked home from school together like always. I could sense the tension as we walked. It was mostly between Jake, Sarah, and Logan though. "Haley!" Brady calls as we approach my house. "Do you uh....umm...want to...maybe..go out for pizza with me? Itsokayifyoudontwantto...I was just thinking-." Brady was cut off by the one and only-Ryan Skeeter Skillet. "Sorry Brady. Haley doesn't date," he says. Brady looks disappointed. "I would love to," I say, and turn around to watch Ryan's reaction. His mouth is wide open. "You can't go," he says. "Yes I can," I say. "No, you can't," he says. I walk up to him and slap him across the face. "Yeah, I can. Bye, bro!" I say, walking away with Brady. "I DO NOT SUPPORT BRALEY!" Ryan yells. "I DON'T CARE!" I yell back.

Rachel's POV

During the whole walk back, I thought about one thing. What did my brother do now? And as soon as Jake and I were alone, I asked him that.

"What the heck did you do now and how can I fix it?" I ask him. "It's not important and it's unfixable," he says. "If it's unfixable then it's definitely important," I fire back. "Fine," he gives in. "I was going to talk to Sarah, but Logan stopped me and told me he liked her and to stay away because I might get my heart broken or something." I slap him. "This is important, and it's fixable," I say. "Then how do I fix it?" he asks. "It's simple," I say. "Back off from Sarah." Jake can be so stupid sometimes. "I-I can't do that, Rach," he says. "Why not?" I say. "I just can't," he says. "Yes you can! Just go up to Sarah and say 'I just want to be friends'," I say. "No," he says. "I can't do it because....because....I don't just want to be friends."

Brady's POV

I take Haley to the most classy place I know. Round Table Pizza. We find a booth in the corner and sit down. "Sooo...," she says. "Soooo....," I say. "Have you ever been on one of these before?" she asks. "You mean a date?" I ask. She nods, and I raise an eyebrow. "I didn't take you for the jealous type," I say. She narrows her eyes. "You wish," she says. "I do wish," I say. She shakes her head. "What kind of pizza do you want?" I ask. "Is pepperoni okay with you?" she asks. "Yeah," I say. "I'll be back." I stand in line to order the pizza, and notice something interesting on the menu. "How can I help you?" the cashier asks. "Can I have...

Haley's POV

Brady doesn't come back with a pizza. Instead, he comes back with 2 tickets. "Ready to make your own pizza?" he asks. "We can do that?" I ask. He nods. "Then why are we still standing here?" I ask. He laughs, and we walk into the kitchen, handing the tickets to a cook. "Here are the ingredients," she says. "Good luck!" "Okay, so first let's spread sauce on the dough," Brady says, grabbing a knife and spreading the sauce around. I turn around for a second, and when I turn back, Brady flicks pizza sauce in my hair. Mad, I throw a pinch of flour in his face. "Now we're even," I say. "I don't like even," Brady says, smashing a brownie (A/N: In my story they sell brownies here) in my face. "Oh it's on," I say, dumping a bag of pepperonis on his head. Brady and I get into a massive food fight, and by the time we're done, the kitchen is covered in food. "What is going on in here?!" the cook asks, looking around. Shizznuggets.