Neighbors

Chapter 8

There was a brightness in my face, leaving a trail of heat. I groaned before rolling over on my bed, trying to evade the sunlight. I was stupid and didn't put my blinds down before I went to bed last night. Nobody should have to suffer through waking up against their bodys will on a Saturday. I tried to fight the consciousness that was overtaking my slumber by rolling over onto my side again, and snuggling deeper into my blanket.

I smiled sleepily at the breath that was tickling my nose. It felt funny. I opened my eyelids, and stared into amused, brown irises.

"Good morning." The voice whispered.

"Morni....WHAT THE HELL?!?!" I screamed, it finally hit me that someone was in my bed. I jumped back in surprise. And I, being the luckiest person alive, fell of the bed. Falling flat on my ass.

I heard Calums laugh ring throughout my bedroom, and the bed springs were quietly squeaking. I finally get the term Marty always uses when texting, 'rolling on the floor laughing out loud'. I climbed to my feet, and glared at Calum, who was thrasing around on my bed, holding his stomach, which was probably hurting from all the laughing he's doing. I pursed my lips in pout. He has no right to come into my room while I sleep, and then have the nerve to laugh at my morning time clumsiness.

"Its not funny!" I whine.

He looks up at me when he hears my voice. His laughter immediately stops, his smile fading slowly, and his eyes go wide. I could have sworn I saw a bead of drool start to drip out of the corner of his lips. I furrow my eyebrows, and cross my arms in confusion.

"No, Andy, don't do that! You're ruining the view!" What the frick is this mental patient talking about? The window is on the other side of the room... I looked down, and squealed in panic. I have this habit of forgetting what I'm wearing, these are the moments that motivate me to fix this habit. I snatched my pillow that fell on the floor with me, and blocked the view of my body, that was only being covered by a matching set of black lace bra, and panties. Alicia got it for me as a joke when I was going out on a date in the 11th grade. She told me that I could use it as a tool to get myself laid, which I rolled my eyes at. I only ever wore them to bed, where I thought nobody would see me. And in their lacy state, they're actually quite comfy.

"You're such a pervert Calum!"

"Eh whatever, cover yourself all you want, I'll be seeing you in a bikini in a few minutes." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"And why's that?"

"You, me, and the boys are going to a beach party in..." He pulled out his phone to check the time, and jumped up. "Holy shit! We've got less than a half an hour to be there. Get whatever you need for a day at the beach, I'll be downstairs."

"I'm not wearing a bikini if you plan on perving on me all day."

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of other girls to stare at. And besides, Luke bet me 20 bucks that you'd dress like a prude." And with that, he jogged out of my room, and down the stairs.

I am not a prude. I just haven't earned my reputation here yet. Back at home, I was actually considered one of the most carefree students in my grade. All the while managing to keep my life in one piece. The first time I ever got drunk was in the 8th grade, I was 13 years old. I went to my first party in 10th grade, I was 15. I have smoked pot before, and I've snuck out of the house on multiple occasions. And to top it off, I'm not a virgin. Does that sound prudey to you, Luke?

I stormed over to my walk in closet, and flicked on the light. I'll show him. He won't be able to keep his eyes off of me. An evil smile spreads across my face when I remember the bikini that I bought last year for a swim suit party. Going to the back of the closet, I pushed around the hangers, trying to find it. I had to keep it hidden in the back in case my mom got nosey. Even though its not that bad, my mom has this thing against showing too much skin, and I would cease to exist if she saw it. There have been too many occasions where I have caught her snooping, or seen traces of her snooping, so I play it safe.