My neighbor

Chapter 3 . Deal

Martha Lawson had always been curious, maybe too curious.

As you took the last luggage out of your car, you heard a high-pitched voice calling beside you. Ah, you would learn to hate that sound, but it's another story.

"Hello dear," Martha sang, "I saw you moved in yesterday but you know how busy people can be, we didn't get the chance to meet. I'm Martha by the way, I live across the street, the blue house."

You looked up from closing the cars door and smiled, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Carrying all these stuffs would be the death of you, and you couldn't count on Henry or your new desperate-housewife neighbor to help.

"Nice to meet you, Martha." you caught your breath, ''I'm Y/N."

The woman smiled back at you, spreading tiny wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks. She was probably in her late fifties, but her surgeon had done a good job, it was undeniable.

"I saw you and Mr. Cavill didn't really get along, how unfortunate." Martha said, lowering her voice, ''Oh, I don't mean to overstep. It's just... don't mind him. He's a bit grumpy these days, it will pass."

It wasn't a myth then. Desperate housewives living were really the worse gossipers.

"Yeah, I noticed." you chuckled, "Do you know why ?"

"Ah, probably work, or a woman. How would I know ?"

Martha wasn't really listening or trying to answer the question. She bent forward, her eyes taking sight of the bandage around your wrist,

"Poor sweet thing, did he hurt you in any way ?'' Her eyes widened in fear and she looked back at you, concerned.

Your mouth opened and you huffed,

"Oh-this, no ! I..." My hand went through his window, you thought, "It was an accident. I cut myself with broken glass and it was all my fault. Really."

Martha nodded suspiciously,

"Well then, don't let this attractive devil bother you. If you need anything, you know where to find me." She winked and pointed at her big house again.

You nodded, thanked her and she walked away. She climbed up the stairs and waved her hand at you before closing the door. At least, she was kind.

Martha had a point : Henry Cavill was attractive. But he was also a pain in the ass.

You had quickly recovered from your little rush of adrenalin and you were now tidying your room, getting rid of the empty boxes that were still on the floor while Henry was making calls to get his window fixed.

Thinking about him and how weird he was, you couldn't help but find your devilish neighbor even more mysterious. He'd really taken care of you earlier. There was even a moment when you thought he was actually cute.

A knock on the door woke you up from your slumber and you stood up. Enough thinking about Mr. Chaos. A little conversation with someone else would distract you from these thoughts.

You opened the door, a light, polite smile curving your lips, but it was Mr Cavill. Again. A fluttery feeling twisted your guts and your smile died faster than a candles flame. This time, he looked upset.

Henry stared at you for a moment longer, enough for you both to feel awkward.

"Hello, again." he chuckled without an ounce of joy, "Glad to see you're... doing better."

A frown came up your forehead and you blushed,

"Oh, yes, I am. Thanks. I mean... Sorry. »

Wait, no, you weren't sorry for everything...