The Boy Next Door

Chapter 23

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Honey.

‘Excuse me, come again?’

‘I’m not joking you’re not going home tonight, not if I can help it’

‘Well you didn’t have to sound so evil about it. And what do you mean I’m not going home, I can do what I bloody well please thank you very much’

‘Not today you can’t’

‘We’ll see about that’

‘Yes we shall’

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The arrival was quick. He parked in an all too familiar spot. It was Amusing how less than 6 months ago I was living the life of hell; how quickly my future changed aye? I walked up the path towards the front door of my ex-home. As I walked in I was filled with nostalgia as the smell of fresh vanilla and jasmine flooded my nostrils. I took a step off the mat to remove my shoes. It was nice to have this refreshing coolness, outside was literally boiling. The horrible June heat wave. Removing my hairband from my wrist, I tied up my hair in a messy bun.

‘So what is my motive in this house?’ I asked, looked around awkwardly.

‘What, do you really hate here so much?’

‘Not so much hate, I just dislike the presence of some people’

‘Don’t hate appreciate mate’

‘Don’t be camp babe’

‘Please’ he laughed walking towards the kitchen and I followed behind. Walking towards the fridge he pulled out 2 cans of the Rubicon guava, and threw one aimlessly at me.

‘What are you playing at? Do you want to kill me or something?’

‘The can would have hardly killed you’

‘Well any harder and it could have impaled me’

‘Oh well done big words you’re using there miss Taylor’

‘Shush you mouth you horrible toad’ I rolled my eyes walking towards the kitchen table where he was currently sitting. As I sat down I heard the embarrassing rumble of my tummy. I quickly looked up at Lamar’s face which was slightly smirking with his eyebrow raised. I couldn’t help the blush that rose to my face in those seconds and dropped my head into my hands laughing from humiliation.

‘Well someone’s a bit hungry’

‘Hmmm’

‘What do you want?’

‘Anything you can offer, I’m not really picky’

‘So you’ll have me?’

‘Sorry?’

‘Will you have me’ he enunciated every word making sure I didn’t mishear him. The look he gave me was strong enough to confuse me. How could I forget those eyes? Those bright beautiful eyes, the intricate detail of the different coloured specks. Gold, green, grey. I couldn’t answer, mesmerised as if for the first time. I hadn’t seen him in ages; a month was a very long time. His hair had grown but he still had that impeccable shape up, and a little detailing of stars leading down the back his head then neck. I had a little intake of breath as I realised the stars of his neck were tattoos, real inky blue tattoos. My hand instinctively reached to stroke that spot. Little did I know he was watching my every move and caught my hand as it made the journey three quarters of the way. His fingers were brilliantly warm, a contrast from my ice cold fingers, which was ironic due to the hot weather. Our fingers intertwined as our gaze bored into each other. Lamar was truly a work of art, such a beautiful strong face, reminded me of Kyle. Kyle. I broke away abruptly leaving Lamar’s hand hanging uselessly in the air. He looked confused and another expression crossed his face which I couldn’t quite pick up.