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Chapter 5 - Neighbor from Hell

I told you this was putting me in a seriously bad mood.

Anyway. I open the door…

And then…

OH NO.

The moment I see him standing on the doorstep, only one word comes out of my mouth:

— Shit...

And SLAM — I shut the door right in his face.

— YURI, WHO IS IT??? yells Neomie from the bedroom.

— No one! No one!

But Mr. Pain-in-the-Ass starts knocking like a madman.

— HEY!!! OPEN THIS DOOR!!!

— GO AWAY, GET LOST! Leave me alone!

— YURIDIA, OPEN THIS FREAKING DOOR!!!

— NO!!!

— STOP BEING A CHILD, DAMN IT!!!

— And what are you even doing here, huh?!

— Let me in!!

— NO! And how the hell do you even know my name?!

— Yuri, what the hell is going on out there?! groans Neomie, entering the living room.

— NOTHING! It's nothing!

— Oh yeah? Then why is that idiot behind the door screaming like a maniac? I can't sleep with all this yelling! Who even IS he?!

— I TOLD YOU — NOBODY!!

Eliz walks in, looking half-asleep. Meanwhile, the idiot is still banging on the door.

— What's all this noise? she mutters.

— Pfff... sighs Neomie.

She nudges me aside and—

Opens the door.

— NOOOO!!! I scream in panic.

— Thanks, gorgeous ;) the guy says, stepping inside with a grin.

Neomie gives me a wide-eyed "OMG HOT GUY ALERT" look and bites her lower lip.

Yep. That's our secret code for "WARNING: Absolute hottie approaching."

I let out a loud sigh to show just how pissed off I am.

— Neomie, Eliz... meet Noah.

(CONGRATS to everyone who guessed right. )

— Wow, you could've at least warned us he was super hot, Neomie comments.

— She did say he was hot, Eliz chimes in with a smirk.

Are they stupid or just trying to embarrass me on purpose???

He's literally right here. He hears everything. And now I'm blushing like crazy.

— No, she said hot. Not SUPER hot, Neomie clarifies.

— WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?!

I think they finally got the message.

— So I'm hot, huh? Noah smirks at me.

— No. You're ugly. I was just trying to be nice for once.

— Liar.

Shit. Busted.

— I'm going to bed, Eliz yawns. I'm exhausted.

— Same. Night, babe. Don't make too many babies, okay? Neomie teases.

— Just go to bed and shut up, love 😒

So now I'm left alone with the moron.

— Okay, first of all: what the hell are you doing here? Second: how do you know my name? And third: why MY apartment?!

— Relax, babe. One question at a time.

— Drop the "babe" thing. Now.

— First, I've been on campus for a year. Second, remember that alley during the party with your Lulu?

— Lucas.

— Whatever. I heard your name there. And now I came to borrow some pasta. We're throwing a big party at my place and ran out of food. So... I'm here to beg.

— Simple solution. You see the sidewalk downstairs? Go sit there and pray someone has pity on your poor starving face and gives you something. Should work in like two minutes.

— You're such a sweetheart.

— I get that a lot, thanks.

— A real angel fallen from heaven… just didn't hit the ground hard enough, sadly.

— Go hang yourself?

— SOOO… got any pasta? I'm starving.

— If I give you the damn pasta, will you leave?

(Honestly, I don't even care about the pasta. I don't like it. Yep. I'm a weird Italian. Even my friends yell at me for it.)

— I'll be gone in two seconds flat.

I check the cupboard. Bingo. Two packs of spaghetti.

I hand them over and walk him to the door.

— Thanks, doll.

He kisses me on the forehead. EW.

And guess what?

He opens the door right across the hall from ours.

— TELL ME YOU DON'T LIVE THERE!!!

— I don't live there!

THANK GOD.

— For real??

Stupid smile of hope forming on my face.

— Nah, but you told me to say it, so I did.

POOF.

(The sound of my smile dying instantly.)

— I'm gonna cry.

— Don't worry, babe. You'll love it ;)

Night!

I slam the door without replying.

I go to bed wondering what I did to deserve this.

Why is God punishing me like this?

I fall asleep five minutes later.

---

3 a.m. Knock at the door. Again.

No one moves.

— Mmmhhh, Yuri, can you check please... mumbles Neomie.

— Nooo… Eliz, please…

— You guys are the WORST.

Two minutes later—

— Yuri, I think it's for you again.

— ME?!

— I knew we shouldn't have moved in with you. First night and we've already got a damn visitor list.

I get up.

— We'll talk when YOU bring your ten boyfriends over, okay? ;)

I head to the door, and guess who it is?

Yep. Noah. AGAIN.

— You said you'd disappear in two seconds!

— Yeah, but I reappear fast, babe. And you LOVE it.

— STOP CALLING ME BABE. What do you want this time?

— Got any booze?

— We just moved in, FYI.

— Any beer?

— NO. And you should quit drinking. You reek of alcohol!

— Well, too bad. Thanks anyway, neighbor!

Neighbor.

He called me neighbor.

I want to cry.

Back to bed.

4 a.m.

Knock knock knock.

— I'M GONNA MURDER THAT STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!!! yells Neomie. I don't care how hot he is, he's a complete idiot!!

— Told you.

— You're going this time!

— Wait. If we don't go, maybe he'll give up?

But no. He's not giving up. He KNOWS we're home. And he's totally wasted.

— GO OPEN THAT DOOR BEFORE I LOSE IT!!! Eliz yells.

Fine. I obey. Eliz getting mad? Not worth the risk.

I open the door and—

It's him. Again.

But this time, he's not just Noah.

He's NOAH THE FREAKING NIGHTMARE.

— You know what? I'll just leave the door open. That way, you can come in, take what you need, and LEAVE US THE HELL ALONE!!!

— Uh, you wouldn't happen to have a mop, would you? Lance puked everywhere. Couldn't handle the booze.

— Help yourself.

I show him where it is and leave the door open.

Not locking it. Not worth it.

---

6 a.m.

Knock knock knock.

— That's it. I'M COMMITTING MURDER THIS TIME!!! screams Neomie.

— I'm going.

I open the door.

Guess who.

Like every single hour of the night (except 5 a.m., if you noticed) — Noah.

I speak with the tiniest, deadliest voice possible:

— If you knock on this door one more time, I will SLAM your face into the wall. Got it?

— Yes, ma'am.

— I didn't even lock the door so you could walk in quietly and not wake up

THE ENTIRE BUILDING.

— I know. But… I need your help.

Behind him, I spot a few guys—three, maybe four—but I'm way too tired to care.

— What do you w...

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