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“It means, it’s just my luck I would be stuck living next to the girl that gets off on other people’s pain.”
That stung. I know the girl he saw back then was a mirror image of what I saw in myself, and those demons are ones I’ve been fighting for most of my adult life. I still hate that the only memory he has of me is my ugly side, that scared part of myself.
I huff, and instead of showing my hurt and having him bask in it, I cross my arms over my chest and cock my head to the side.
“What do you want, Drew? Or did you come all the way over to make my day even worse?”
His eye roll is spectacular as he thrusts the note I taped to his door into my hands.
“I would appreciate it if your guys could keep it down. I work nights and I need my sleep, so if you could hurry up and finish your Barbie Dreamhouse, that would be great.”
Before that last comment, I was prepared to compromise. Now the Queen Bitch wants out and right now I don’t have the energy to fend her off.
“That’s nice. My workers only work during the day, so it looks like you’re going to have to invest in some earplugs.” A smirk twitches at the edges of my lips as his eyes narrow and the anger radiates off him in waves.
The longer I stare at this man, the more I realize how much he’s changed since high school. He still has that mass of dirty-blond hair that always seems to fall in front of those green eyes that used to haunt my dreams all those years ago. His body has obviously changed, he’s gotten toned, chiseled and clearly started taking care of himself, but that doesn’t change the fact that he still hates me, as do most of the people in this town.
“Jesus, you’re still the same stuck-up bitch from high school, aren’t you?” he whispers to himself but loud enough for me to hear and it’s then that the thread holding all my emotions together snaps and I slam the door in his face, tears filling my eyes as I sink against the closed door and tilt my head back, looking at the ceiling.
I am doing this for Mom. I have to remember that. She is the only thing that matters right now, not the way his green eyes took in my long legs, or the fact that his gaze kept flicking to my mouth. I can’t fantasize about Drew Mitchell while he’s living right next door. Nope. That would be a very bad idea.
