Chapter 2 Dinner...and a Show

Blake's POV

Being the person that I am, I've met a lot of girls in my life but none could be as annoying or bitchy as Rylie Myers. With her dumb name and annoying attitude, without even knowing her that much, I've come to hate her deeply.

I'm usually not someone who judges people without knowing them but any girl who pours soup on me just because she claimed I stole her "spot" is definitely not someone I would want to know...ever!

So you can imagine my shock and surprise when on my visit with my family to our new neighbour's apartment, the door is opened by none other than the girl I seem to hate most in the world, Rylie Myers.

"Tell me this isn't happening...tell me this isn't happening!" I muttered repeatedly as I came face to face with her.

"Welcome, Mr and Mrs... Wait! What are you doing here!?" she yelled once her eyes met mine but I really had no answer for her as I stared at her, still trying to get over what this meant.

We're neighbors! The girl I hate most in the world is my new next-door neighbor!

Rylie's POV

"Welcome, Mr and Mrs... Wait! What are you doing here!?" I yelled as I came face to face with a very familiar face...

"No no no no no!" I began telling myself as I began praying that it wasn't what I thought, that Blake frigging Weston wasn't my new neighbor! He can't be! He just can't!

"Um do you guys know each other already?" I heard someone ask, breaking I and Blake's connection and bringing me back to reality.

"Oh! Um yeah. Yes, we do," I replied, staring at his Mom, trying desperately to keep my emotions at bay.

"Um come on in," I said opening the door wide for them to enter.

"Thanks dear," his mom said as she, her dad, a girl who I presumed was Blake's sister and Blake himself walked in.

I couldn't help but cringe as Blake's cologne wafted into my nostrils when he walked past me. I so can not believe that this is happening!

"Hello! Welcome!" my mom said, walking out of the kitchen.

"Oh hello Janice," Blake's mom said hugging my mom who said "Nice to see you made it, Nina."

When they separated, she introduced herself to Blake's dad as well and then his sister, Ava and finally Blake who'd lost all signs of his earlier shock.

"Blake and Rylie seem to know each other," Nina announced and my mom turned to me obviously surprised.

"You didn't mention that dear."

"I um didn't know that Blake moved next door. He didn't exactly mention that in school, did you Blake?" I answered, turning to Blake who scoffed.

"Yeah right. Like I even knew you ever gave me the chance to. No, you were busy pouring soup all over me."

"And you were too busy getting a blowjob in the girl's bathroom on your very first day!" I retorted angrily.

The look on Blake's face suddenly reminded me where we were and I felt my mouth curve into an "O" as I stared at the group who was currently staring at us with a "What's going on here?" look in their eyes.

"Awkward!" Ava coughed out as an awkward silence prevailed.

Thankfully, Myles took that as the time to appear.

"Mom, I'm home! Sorry I came late," he yelled, coming through the door.

His appearance was just right and if it wouldn't have made things more awkward, I would have hugged him right there but I didn't.

"Oh Myles! Welcome home dear. Where's your dad?" my mom asked, her voice indicating her relief.

"Oh he's on his way in," he replied and thankfully, my dad walked in, just in time.

"Welcome home dear."

"Thanks love. I suppose these are our new neighbors?" my dad asked, standing beside my mom with a smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Brad, this is my wife Nina, my daughter, Ava and my son... Blake," Blake's dad said shaking my dad's hand.

"Well we can continue this conversation in the dining room. I'm just about done with dinner so come on," my mom remarked, leading everyone into the dining room.

"Way to go, Rylie!" Blake whispered as he walked by me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Shut up!" I answered, stomping on his feet before making my way to the dining room with a smirk on my face as I watched Blake limp after me.

Serves him right!

•••

When I got over the fact that Blake Weston was sitting directly across from me, dinner turned out great. If it was any indication, we would be good neighbors.

Both families seem to hit off and I was glad dinner happened and I almost didn't want it to end...almost! Eventually it did and even though I didn't want the Westons to leave, I was glad they did because Blake left as well.

The punk 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. Instead I retaliated by subtly reaching over and pinching his leg. It didn't last up to five seconds but it was enough to make him stop as he glared hard at smirking me.

Anyways, 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.

When in my room, I turned on the light and took off my clothes. Left in my underwear, I was about taking off my bra when I heard someone say, "Nice bra."

Alarmed, I leaned over to check my window when I saw Blake smirking at me as he leaned on his window.

Gasping, I grabbed a blanket and yelled, "Blake! You pervert!"

He snickered as he turned around.

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

"Enough!" he replied, his tone indicating that he was finding it funny.

"You pervert! You are so gross!"

"What? It's not my fault your window happened to be open when I was looking outside mine. Besides what's the use of a curtain if you don't use it and I know you have one."

I hesitated as the real reason why I always kept my window open dawned on me. When my boyfriend, Asher still lived next door, we always had long conversations by the window so I guess even after he left, I just got used to leaving my window open.

"Rylie, really? You zoned out on me!" Blake yelled bringing me out of my reverie.

"Whatever! You're a such a perv!"

"Whatever you say, weirdo. Night!"

"Fuck you Blake! Fuck you!" I replied, giving him the finger as I closed the drapes...