In Love With My Neighbor

Chapter 3

I had never been one of those people who believed in "love at first sight".

It was to bring "do not judge a book by its cover" to shame!

You fell in love solely on the basis of the guy's appearance, and yes - it would be really cool if your boyfriend also looked good, but if he was an i***t, it would not all matter?

In the past, I did not believe in "hate at first sight" either, but I was really beginning to doubt it now. Chris Hall was an i***t, and I felt that the moment I first met him.

There was this expression of selfishness and pranks in his eyes that I did not like. I categorized him as "selfish player who had a new girl every night and as always - ALWAYS smiled smugly". Yup. It is a category of its own.

Normally, I would have given myself a mental slap, and be ashamed of being so filled with prejudice. I had only just talked to him for 5 minutes - could I really judge him based on that? But when I saw him sitting there with his annoying, selfish smile and filming me, there was just something that struck clicks.

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I was currently standing and debating thoroughly with myself.

Next to me stood Chris who had offered to help me to the office, but would I really struggle with him the most likely 5 long minutes that the trip to the office took? On the other hand, this was my first day. I could not allow myself to get more late than I already was, and I tried as far as possible to avoid giving the teachers a bad impression of me. Reasonable unfortunate to get detention on your first day of school.

"I'm still waiting, you know," Chris pointed out, casually tilting back and forth on his feet, his hands in his jacket pockets.

I sighed and turned to him.

"Uhm, yeah okay, maybe I could use a little help finding the office," I admitted bitterly. He smiled and asked me to follow him.

"So neighbor," he started. "Unless you're fine with being called sweetie all year, I suggest you tell me your name."

I grunted and looked coldly at him.

"Emily Ross. Unless you're fine running around the rest of the year without balls, I suggest you delete that video of me," I said as we walked down the hallways of the school. It was completely quiet and our steps resonated.

"Nah, Emily," he said, and tasted a little on my name. It sounded strange when it came from his mouth.

"I think I'll keep it. If nothing else then for blackmail. I'm still impressed with the amazing moves you performed," he laughed, leaving his pearly white teeth bare. "What exactly were you trying to do?"

"Hey hey, I'm actually okay to dance!" I exclaimed and looked offended at him. It was such a lie, but ..

"And it was the worm, since you're so curious. But do you not know the term 'private' or what? What makes you think you can crawl through my window and even film me just because my window was open? I could, in principle, say that it was burglary! " I chattered loose. Did the i***t not know personal boundaries? What if I was naked? I should remember never to leave my window open again. I shuddered.

"First of all: who was it that was playing loud, bad music in the middle of the night? Now that I think about it, I would actually say we were even now. You kept me awake, I filmed you. That's how it works," he pointed out.

Okay, my music had been a little too loud, but still! Breaking in and filming me was still not okay. And he just called my music BAD? Never. Offend. My music.

I gave him a hard blow on the side of the arm.

"Hell, what was that for?" he complained, holding on to his arm as he looked down at me with distrust in his eyes.

"You insulted my music," I said simply, shrugging. "Continue".

"It does not give you the right to .. oh, forget it," he complains. "Secondly: I was just a boy looking for new friendships, exploring his surroundings," he said, looking at me innocently with big round eyes. As if I would fall for it.

I was just about to make a good comeback when Chris pointed to the door in front of us.

"The office is in there. We'll probably see each other again soon, Emily," he said with a smug smile, and walked away, in the opposite direction. I was left to myself now. Office ladies are known for not being the happiest ladies on earth.

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I burst in through my front door and threw my bag on the floor. It had felt like weeks before the day was finally over and I was exhausted. In zombie mode, I dragged myself to the sink to make a cup of strong coffee, and after it lay safely and well in my stomach, I finally felt like a normally functioning human being again.

My first day in high school had been confusing, but all in all very nice. I had gotten me three friends - Anna, Sara and Kathy.

Anna had black hair and an Asian appearance. She was funny and humorous and was originally from Indonesia.

Sara had long straight, light brown hair, and the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen. She loved all people of the opposite s*x, especially Chris Hall. Poor girl, also infiltrated by his sick virus.

Judy had long, red hair, green eyes and freckles, and laughed all the time. Unlike Sara, she despised boys, and swore to live her whole life alone with her 13 cats, and watch netflix until she died. It sounded tempting.

I had stood alone in the cafeteria with a tray, debating where I should sit. Pretty awkward. Then it was that the 3 girls waved me over and it turned out that we had quite a lot in common. Shopping, junk food and humor were something we especially talked a lot about and I got their numbers, and found out they went in my class.

Like some other person. Yep, you guessed right. The i***t went there too. And on top of it all, I sat in front of him. He could sit and stare at me all day and I would know nothing. Or he could distract me from tests and important things! I went up in getting good grades. I wanted a good job.

My teacher's name was Mrs. Sanders. Mrs. Sanders was what you might call librarian string. The slightest sound, and she would go up, and send one outside the door.

We were all clearly told that she did not tolerate slubbers and lazy dogs, and that it was her responsibility that we did not all grow up with an IQ of 30. I also believe that my legs were about to collapse under me when she gave me the killer gaze for being late.

Her eyes were like knives.

Besides Chris, there was another person I had a particularly bad impression of. Donna. Queen B. She walked around in mini skirt and crop top showing off her navel piercing, sending flirtatious glances everywhere. Her face was so stuffed with makeup that one would think that her neck would c***k under pressure of all the extra weight.

I despised types like her.

With my head full of new impressions, I had completely forgotten Chris. I was not going to let his little stunt pass. Revenge, I should have.

And it should be tonight.