Mailbox 31 { Luke Hemmings }

t h r e e .

It took me five minutes after standing there in pure shock of how rude the blonde was, to realize he was my neighbor. Which means... ew. Which means he was the one I heard having sex next door earlier. Gross.

I looked down at my mail and started going through it, checking if there was anything that I could throw away while I stood next to the trashcan, and groaned when I got to one particular piece of mail.

It was addressed "Luke Hemmings, 44 Humburg Road, Parker, Colorado, Apartment 31." Shit. I tried to shove the mail into his mailbox through the tiny opening at the top, but it didn't work, no matter how hard I pushed. I would have to give it to him, in person.

I went inside of my house and placed my decorations haphazardly in the foyer, along with my mail, and then relocked the door and began the short walk to my neighbor's apartment.

I rapped three times on his door and waited for him to let me in. When he opened the door, he was wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants hung low on his hips and had extreme sex hair. I was basically drooling over him when he snapped at me.

"What do you want?" he said. "I just came to drop off your mail." I answered quietly. He snatched the mail from my hand and glared at me.

"Why were you going through my stuff?" My jaw dropped, I came over here to bring him his mail like a nice neighbor, and he asks me why I was going through his stuff?!

"I wasn't, it was in my mailbox," I said softly. What I really wanted was to scream in his face and tell him how much of an asshole he was being, but I didn't want to come off as rude so I just stared at the floor, waiting for his response.

"Yeah, okay, sure," he said, with an eye roll. "It really was, must have been a mistake," I spoke a little louder at this point, feeling very irritated at the fact he hadn't even thanked me.

"Yeah, a mistake? I think you planned it because you wanted to see me again. Couldn't stay away, could you?" Wow. He really is completely ridiculous.

"Cocky asshole" I said under my breath as he moved to close the door. He stopped in his tracks. He gritted his teeth. "What did you just say to me?"

His blue eyes got darker when he looked at me, I backed up. I was feeling a little afraid at this point, but I wasn't going to let him know that. "I said that you're a cocky asshole."

He walked up to me until he was inches from my face, and spoke softly, but with a certain edge. "We'll see about that." And then he walked back to his apartment and shut the door as if nothing had happened.

I touched my lips, where he had breathed down on them, and then what just happened sunk in. "What the fuck was that?"

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Author's note: dont fucking swear avery!!! no but really thank you lots if youre reading this please vote nd comment nd give me feedback pls