My Next-door Idiot

Be Our Guest! Or Maybe Just Luke's

"Hey, stupid, I got this question right. Again," Luke threw his worksheet at my desk, hitting me in the forehead with the red pen he was using. I slammed my hands down on the desk in frustration.

"How am I supposed to correct my own classwork if you keep bugging me?!" I spat at him.

"Well maybe if you graded mine right we wouldn't have this problem," Luke impatiently said.

"I did grade yours right! You just don't want to correct it because you're lazy," I prompted. In response, Luke spun around the paper to face me and pointed at the question I marked wrong.

"If 6x + 12 + 8x - 15 = 13x wouldn't that be 3?" Luke said in that stupid I-know-everything-and-you-don't voice I've grown to recognise so well.

"Okay fine. I was wrong again. Now go correct the others!" I threw his classwork back at him and went back to correcting the millions of questions I got wrong on my sheet.

"You know I'm pretty sure I got all these right," Luke said, picking up his pen.

"I'm sure you are," I muttered, not looking up. Luke leaned in closer and took a peek at what I was working on.

"Do you need help?" Luke asked with amusement.

"No," I replied instantly.

"Fine. Whatever you want. But keep in mind if you don't finish this by today you'll get a zero," Luke chimed, leaning back into his chair. I slammed my head down on the desk in despair.

"Need help?"

"Will you quit bothering me, Lu -" I pulled my head back up to see not a jerkwad but an adorable Louis, "Err, I mean, yes! Yes please," I smiled. Louis kneeled down to get into the same level as my desk and wrote an example on my worksheet, guiding me with instructions on what he's doing. I half paid attention and half gawked over how close and attractive he was.

"So do you get it?" Louis asked.

"Yes, thank you. You're my hero, seriously," I flattered. Louis smiled and nodded as he stood back up and walked to his seat. My eyes dropped down to my worksheet where he wrote on and I couldn't help but quietly squeal and shake my hands in joy. I calmed down and my eyes fixated on Luke who was pretending to gag. I rolled my eyes and started finishing my work.

After school, Luke informed me that he was staying back at the library with the boys for a little bit, so I walked home by myself today. I arrived home to my dad announcing that I had a package which turned out to be a giant cardboard box. "What is this even ...?" I asked, lifting it up.

"I don't know. I think it's a gift from Grandma. Go open it up in your room," Dad said. I did as instructed and started walking upstairs. "Remember to call her and say thank you!" Dad reminded me. I walked into my room and sat on my bed, opening the box in front of me on the ground.

"I wonder what it could be ..." I pondered as I lifted the flaps, revealing tons of foam peanuts filled up to the brim of the box, "Were the peanuts really necessary?" I mumbled to myself as I dug inside the box, trying to find what was engulfed inside. I finally got a hold of something soft and yanked it out to safety, revealing its full form as a large stuffed giraffe. "Aw that's cute," I said, poking at it. I set it down next to me on the bed and dialled Grandma's number on my phone. After a long conversation with her, I hung up and stared back at the stuffed giraffe. "I think I'll name you -"

"WOOOOAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

What.

I was about to get off my bed and walk to my door to see if anyone was there until I heard the voice again. "Woah your house is so nice!"