In love with a bad neighbor

Chapter nine - He hurt me

Emma's POV:

I don't know how long I can keep hiding Vince. My parents still don't know about the new neighbors. I see how much they care about this. Maybe that is better. If they start talking, they might understand about us. It's not like his parents know about me. Since we are always hiding. I will never go to his room through the window. I knew that he would help me, but I didn't want to risk it. Otherwise, I have to explain to my parents what happened, which means that I have to lie. Well, I can't tell them the truth either, because mom will ground me, and I will never be able to see Vince again. I am not the type of girl who gets attached easily to someone, but somehow, I did it with him. He might claim himself as a bad boy, but he doesn't look like one to me. I wonder, since he has been with many girls, what made him stick to me. From what I understood, he is changing them like tissues. Maybe I should be glad about this. I don't want us to get distant. Well, it's about time for him to find someone better and get rid of me. When we start school, this might happen. There are many popular and pretty girls. Especially the main cheerleader. Everybody likes her, but she is always playing hard to get. Unlike the other schools, Bella is nice and ready to help people. I'll use every single moment until school starts to talk with Vince because I know that later he won't even notice me.

I woke up and went to get ready. After one week, school starts, and I am not very happy about it. I don't know why I care so much about Vince, but I do. I'm sure that when he sees Bella, I will be no one. Then Ricky would use the chance to get closer and do something again. The difference is that this time, I won't have support. I won't think about that. There are more important things than one boy. If only I could believe myself.

I got ready and went to have breakfast. This time no one was at home. I checked the time and saw that it was 10 am. My parents are probably working. I grabbed the cereal and milk and sat at the table. The last couple of days, my parents used to spend a lot of time at home, but soon or not, they had to go back to work. After breakfast, I walked back into my room. I looked through the window, but Vince wasn't in his room. I called him, but there was no response.

- In that case, I will go out.

I can call Ricky, but he is the last person with who I will go out. I have tried to talk with him about things that are important to me, but he doesn't even listen. I won't waste my time with him. To be honest, I prefer to be alone. That way, I can think in peace. I walked up to one park and saw Vince. Now I understand why he didn't pick up. He is busy. With someone else. I shouldn't expect something else from him. I guess that he has already got tired of me. After all, he stuck to me for more than a week. As I see, he can't do it any longer. The worst thing is that now I will be no one again. Except for the making-out part, for the first time, I felt that I had a friend. Maybe I don't deserve friends. I didn't do anything and went back home. No matter that he didn't do anything wrong, he still hurt me. I walked in and saw my dad.

- Emma, are you ok?

- Yes, I'm fine. I thought that you were at the office.

- I came to get some things.

- Oh, ok.

- Emma, you know that you can tell me if there is a problem.

I was about to say something when my phone started ringing. It was Vince. I'm not in the mood to talk with him. I canceled the call and looked at dad with a smile. It's better if he doesn't know anything.

- I'm tired, that's it. School is starting soon, and I have to prepare myself.

- If you say so. I will go now.

I looked upstairs and saw how my door opened. It was Vince. What the heck is he doing? I gave him an angry look and he closed it. One second after that, I received a message from him that he would wait for me in my room. I sent dad to the front door and walked upstairs to my room. When I opened the door, I saw Vince chilling on my bed. I don't remember permitting him to do that.

- Can I know what you are doing here?

- I called you, but you didn't pick up.

- I was busy. Just like you.

- What do you mean?

- I called you, but you didn't answer.

- Look, I...

- I don't care. You can go now.

- Why? I want to stay here.

- But I don't. Please go home.

- Are you mad at me?

- No, I'm not.

- Then what's the problem? Yesterday, everything was fine. I don't understand what happened.

- School starts soon, so excuse me, but I have to get ready.

- We have one more week.

- I like to be ready on time. Will you go now? - I said and walked to my desk

Before I could sit on the chair, Vince grabbed my hand, pulled me close, and kissed me. Every time it feels better than the last one. Then I remembered what I saw in the park and felt tears in my eyes. I know that we are not dating and I shouldn't feel this way, but it hurts me. I thought that I was important to someone and now, I will be no one again. Soon we pulled away and he looked at me.

- Hey, are you ok? What happened?

- Just leave me alone.

- No, I won't do that. Did I do something?

I didn't say anything and only nodded my head. I don't want him to feel guilty, but he is the reason for my mood. Soon I felt two hands wrapped around me. Vince pulled me for a hug, and I rested my head on his chest. I felt how the tears were falling. No matter how hard I try to hide them, I won't be able to do it. I pulled away and looked at him. He looks worried, but if I tell him what is going on, he might never come back. I don't want to be jealous, but I can't help it. To be honest, I am not even jealous of the girl. I just didn't like what he did.

- Will you tell me what I did?

- If I tell you, there is a chance that you might not come back again.

- Why? I don't understand.

- Because you will think that I am jealous.

- Emma, what the heck are you talking about?

- I know why you didn't pick up the phone. Before you think about it, I didn't follow you. Since you didn't answer my call, I decided to go out. - I said and nodded my head down again

I thought that he would say something, but not. Instead, he kissed me. It was one beautiful soft kiss. Now I feel awful. In my defense, I can't control my feelings. After all, I am a girl.

- Are you mad at me?

- No and I never will be. I'm sorry that you had to see this.

- It's ok. Moreover, we are not dating, so you can go with who you want.

- But I will always come back to you.

- Why?

- Because, first, this girl tasted like rubber, and second, you are ten times better.

- Really?

- Yes, I mean every single word which I have ever said to you.

- Thank you, and I'm sorry.

- It's ok. What do you want us to do now?

- I don't know.

- Well, we can go out, watch something in your bed or just lay down and talk.

- I like the third option.

- Ok, then. We can go to my room if you want.

- Yeah, I don't want to fall.

- Don't worry. Your hero will save you.

- Fine. Let me lock here first.

I locked the door, and both with Vince went to his room. First, he walked in and extended his hand for me to grab it. This was a lot easier than the last time. He laid on his bed, and I immediately snuggled. I needed this. Should I tell him about school? He has to know what he should expect.

- Do you want to know something about school?

- Like what?

- When you see the most popular girl, I am sure that you will fall for her. - I said, chuckling

- Why are you so sure?

- Because I know you. Here, this is how she looks. - I said and showed him a picture

- Whoa, she is not bad. I wonder how she will look in normal clothes and without make-up.

- Why?

- Because I like girls who don't put much effort. Yes, I can still give her a taste, but I don't see myself with her.

I won't lie that this made me smile. Maybe, after all, we can still be friends or something like that. Well, now it looks like friends with benefits, where the benefits are more than the friendship part.

- You like it, don't you?

- What?

- Don't worry. I don't like ugly girls.

- Ok, so...

- If this girl, Bella, is ugly without make-up and pretty clothes, then I don't want her.

- I'm sorry, but I don't understand.

- Look at yourself. You look good just the way you are. I haven't seen you with make-up and prettier clothes, but I don't want to.

- Thanks. I'm glad that you think like that for me.

- If I have to tell you what I really think about you, there is a chance you won't like it.

- Why?

- Because you look hot even in casual clothes.

With that, I felt how my cheeks turn red. Does he really think that of me? I don't know if I should be happy or worried. What if this is a game? Telling me nice things until he gets what he wants and then dumps me. Vince doesn't look like that, but how am I supposed to know? There is one way to find out.

- If one day you get what you want, will you dump me?

- What? Why would I do that?

- I'm just asking.

- No, I won't dump you. I don't even want anything from you. At least not what you are thinking. If I wanted this, I would've got it up to now. As you can see, I am still here. - he said a bit angry

- Ok, I'm sorry.

- Do you really think that I would do this to you?

- I have never been with a boy before.

- So? I thought that you trusted me.

- And I do. I just...

- You just what?

- I don't know. Forget it. Maybe it's better if I go home. - I said and walked up to his window

Let's hope that I won't fall. I don't want to explain to my parents what has happened. I was about to go when Vince grabbed my hand, pulled me close, and kissed me. I thought that he was mad at me. Well, I won't lie that I like when he does this. I wrapped my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. I don't want this to end. Soon we pulled apart, and he looked at me.

- Will you stay here?

- If you want it that much. - I said, chuckling

- I do.

- Ok, then. I have nothing to do anyway.

The rest of the day, I spent with Vince in his room. We talked, cuddled, and made out. Well, that was until my parents came home. Luckily, I was in my room at the right moment. Mom comes to check on me from time to time, and I have to be there. Otherwise, she will call me or start searching for me. Let's not talk about what will happen to me if she finds out that I am with a boy. I hope that she will never find out, or at least not soon. I don't like to hide things from my parents, but I don't want to lose Vince. We might not be dating, but I like when he is around. For the first time, I feel important to someone, and I don't want this feeling to go away.