Chapter 4 Neighbours? (2)

RYLIE

When I got over the fact that Blake Weston happened to be sitting across from me (no thanks to Myles), dinner actually went pretty well. If it was any indication, we were going to be good neighbors.

Both families seemed to hit off and I was glad dinner happened. I almost didn't want it to end, key world being almost! Eventually it did end and even though I was happy to have met the Westons, I was glad when they left because Blake left too.

The childish jerk had taken great pleasure in hitting my foot with his during dinner and despite how much I wanted to yell at him to stop, I didn't because I didn't want to make a scene. We'd already given our families enough of that before dinner. Instead I “accidentally” tipped the salt into his food when I was reaching for the potatoes and then also accidentally pushed the plate onto his legs. Blake accused me of doing it on purpose but everyone else thought that it was a mistake so the rest of the dinner went by with no more kicking, just Blake glaring at me the whole time. And honestly, my mom's spaghetti alfredo had never tasted better.

After the Westons left, I cleared the table with my mom and did the dishes as well. I was exhausted afterwards so I retired to my room.

I decided to take a quick shower and pulled down my zip. I took off the top and was about pulling the rest of the dress when I heard someone snicker, "Nice bra."

Alarmed, I glanced over at the window which I'd been standing directly in view of and saw Blake staring out the window that was directly opposite mine, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Gasping, I grabbed a blanket from my bed and yelled, "You fucking pervert!"

He snickered as he turned his back to me which I covered myself up.

"How much did you see?" I asked as I hastily pulled on my pajamas.

"Enough," he replied, his tone letting me know how funny he found all of this.

"You're disgusting. Do you know that?" I growled, fixing him with a dirty look.

"How am I disgusting? I was over here staring out MY window, minding MY business when you walked in and started taking off your clothes. How is it my fault that you chose not to close the blinds?"

I hesitated to respond, remembering why I always left this window open and gravitated to it even without meaning to. When my ex boyfriend, Asher still lived next door, he stayed in that room and we always used to spend so much time at the window, talking about everything and nothing. And even after he left, I guess I was still attached to the window and maybe more...

"Earth to Rylie!" Blake yelled, jerking me back to the present.

Oh, right. I still had to deal with the jerk across the street. And it was just my luck that he moved into Asher's old room. Why couldn't it have been his much nicer sister?

"It's the middle of the night. Obviously I didn't think I'd have to deal with a peeping Tom by this time. Don't make a habit of this or I'll tell the girls at school you like taking pictures of people while they undress."

"That might not have the effect you'll want it to have," Blake chuckled, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

I frowned, realising he was right. With the chokehold he had over our school's female population, he'd probably have girls sending him invites to come take pictures of them while they got undressed.

"Well, you might be right but I imagine it might be harder for you to get into the pants of the girls if their parents get to know about your perversions."

This time, he was the one who frowned. Then a few seconds later, he smiled. "Touche. You got me there. I'll get a microphone so I can make an announcement whenever I want to look out my window."

"You do that, Blake," I said, stepping away from the window. He did the same and that was when I noticed that he was shirtless. I arched an eyebrow. "You sleep shirtless... Of course you do."

"Yeah. Like what you see? I could come over there and show you more, of course. If you asked really nicely."

"Would you really?" I asked, averting my gaze from his gaze so I looked shy.

"Like I said, if you asked really nicely."

"Well, in that case..." I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked straight at him as I gave him the middle finger. "Pigs would fly before I ever let you get anywhere near me. If you're that horny, you have two hands."

And then I closed the window before he could think of a response.

I couldn't stop grinning as I slipped under the covers of my bed.

I'd say that's RYLIE, 3, BLAKE, NIL.