The Neighbour's Secret

Chapter 2

On Friday night I looked into Scotts room and I ended up looking straight at him staring back at me. Shoot. I panicked and shut my curtains immediately pouncing onto my bed pounding my head with the closet object possible, a glasses case. Dang I hate getting busted, I would have to watch myself.

Though by the looks of things I was going downhill cause when Saturday came around I ended up in knee deep shiz.

It was a rubbish day in our street. And I was asked to take out the bins. So I did. As I walked out to the end of the driveway I saw Scott coming out of his house. I would have run back into my house but the problem was that he had already spotted me. Crap. I would’ve looked stupid if I turned back into my house. So I kept my head down and power walked to the end of my driveway looking like a dumbass. Oh well, never too late to make a fool out of yourself.

As soon as I had positioned the bins I turned around about to dash down the driveway. But there was a barrier blocking my way. I yelped and jumped back, my face reddening. ‘Hey jeez calm down’ Scott the barrier said laughing. I was still trying to pull myself together remained unresponsive and instead sat on the driveway like an idiot. I was stumped. I was so antisocial I just hoped he would walk away and pretend I didn't even exist. But unfortunately his brain must have malfunctioned as he didn't get that message.

‘Woah you good’ Scott said, offering a hand to help me up. I didn’t take it so he sat next to me. ‘ So you’ve been peeking into my room for a while haven't you?’ he said in a friendly tone, sounding like my kinder teacher that I drove crazy. ‘Well you’ve been peeking into my room’ I said childishy, playing my role as the kinder student, hoping he would be driven crazy and leave. I could have killed myself.

‘Yes I have’ I admitted, turning back into a year 11 student, before Scott could say anything, with a beautiful transition. My acting skills were flawless. *Hehe proud author moment 🤡 *

'Okay well maybe you could stop because it’s weird and I don’t know you, I need privacy okay’ he said bluntly getting up off my driveway. I just nodded, also getting up. He took in my answer and just left. I ran back into my house, not caring how stupid I looked. I guess my kindergarten tactics worked.

I plunked onto my bed and automatically started crying. I felt like a clown and just prayed that Scott would be compassionate enough not to spill my secret of snooping. I cried for a while, then I began to think. He wasn’t exactly nasty to me, even when he did find out I was spying on him. Maybe I’ll be ok, I just have to wait until Monday. Then it hit me. Oh boy. No please no. Oh my god.

Scott was looking into my window, smack bang on me. He had been spying on me. All through that crying mess. I’m so dead.

He was looking at me with something of curiosity and concern, and I don't blame him, as I am an ugly cryer. He didn’t stop staring at me as I scrambled off my bed panicking and shut my curtain on him. This was going to be a traumatic weekend. It was only 8.30am Saturday.

I paced up and down my room considering my options. Scott could make my life living hell if word got around that the weird kid was crying, and if he added my spying I might not make it to senior year.

Oh well I’ll just have to disappear before Monday. If it’s not already too late. All the things the internet could do if he had got a picture or video of me.

As I sit on my bed I hear something clanging against my window. About to pull the curtains open I remember my tear stained face and realise that it’s most likely Scott. I wash my face and fix my hair a bit so I look presentable. I slowly peek through the window, and yes Scott is throwing things at my window. He sees me peeking through and stops throwing things. I pull the curtains apart and open my window not really sure what to say or do. ‘Hey you wanna go to the river’ Scott yells. ‘Okay?’ I reply kind of confused, but maybe meeting him will save my reputation. 

I get dressed in a comfy pair of tights and fluffy mustard coloured jumper and black converses, closing the curtains first, as I can’t trust him with snooping. I head outside and see him waiting at the front door. I’m nervous and shy and want to turn back but instead I greet him and we start walking to the river. We don’t say much, mostly walking in uncomfortable silence.

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Hopefully this is getting a bit better as it goes on

Fingers Crossed 🤩

Oh and here's another pic to keep y'all smiling...