My neighbor

Chapter 2 . Mr Chaos

It was early in the morning and you had been playing your favorite song on a loop for an hour. You were surprised Mr Chaos still wasn't barking at your door already. He'd certainly given up, or so you thought.

You took a sip of your coffee and your eyes laid on the clock.

Shit. It was late.

You stormed out of the room, throwing your bag over your shoulder. This new job meant everything to you. It was a fresh start, and the promise that life would taste sweeter from now on.

But there was a surprise waiting for you outside.

As you pulled your bicycle up, you noticed something was wrong. It was... stuck.

You looked down the wheel and gasped.

Someone had locked their bike to yours.

"God damn it !" you swore, looking around to see if the owner was nearby.

You swept the neighborhood with your eyes and eventually caught Mr. Chaos sight.

Standing at his porch, he was watching, seeping tea as you tried to bust the lock. A small grin curved his lips,

"Morning, neighbor." he chuckled, "having trouble with your bike ? These locks are pretty solid, aren't they ?''

At first, you ignored him. That little bastard wasn't going to ruin your day, not again.

However, the way he kept smiling and observing the scene felt suspicious.

That's when it hit you.

''Did you lock your bike to mine ?" you panted, disbelief clear on your face.

Mr. Cavill shrugged, a frown up his forehead. He pretended to pay more attention to you, tilting his head,

"Well, I'm not sure this bike is mine, I can't really see from where I'm standing." he answered slowly, taking his time.

"I'm going to be late for work, this is very important." You urged him.

Shaking his head, Mr. Cavill released a long sigh,

"You have a poor sense of humor Mrs. Y/L/N.''

Asshole.

''This is beyond not funny, it's an emergency ! Is this your freaking bike ?!"

Mr. Cavill's smile widened,

"You should start laughing at your problems, Y/L/N. Everyone else does." he took a step back, nodding towards someone behind you.

A kid had stopped on the other side of the street, hiding an amused smile, certainly mocking you. Blood rushed to your face and you grumbled,

"Bastard. Fucking bastard.'' you ran to Mr. Cavill's window, ''Hey !" you called, "Come back here !"

You knocked on the glass, trying to catch his attention, but Mr. Cavill had disappeared into the depths of his house.

Your rage was about to erupt like a volcano. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, in your temples, everywhere.

Fist clenched, you eventually hit the window a little bit harder. This was the last straw. The glass instantly shattered under your palm and broke, its pieces sprinkling your hair at once.

Like an instinct, you closed your eyes and swiftly moved back. You stood still for a while, your body shaking from head to toe.

It took you a moment to recollect yourself and forget about the rush of adrenalin.