Author's Note:
I'd like to thank all those who stuck by me and still read my stuff even if it took me so long to update that last chapter. Haha I know that was like more than a month and I'm really sorry!
Anyway guys, I'd really appreciate it if you told your friends about my story and ask them to read it too. Comments and votes help a lot. They make me want to write more. For real. Also, you all know I'm a beginner here so help me out and spread the word! Lol. Just don't make me do a vote for vote, okay? I'd like to get voted because I wrote a good book, I don't want trades. -___-
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-Monique xo
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Chapter 11 – I'm Nobody. Are You Nobody, Too?
"I find damaged people beautiful. I find scarred people intriguing. I find broken people inspiring. After all, they've been through hell, and they're still alive to tell us about it."
-Jordan Sarah Weatherhead, Author of "Naked Truth"
"Oi! What the fuck are you looking at?!" the guy shouted at me again when I didn't answer.
I was gaping at him. Still unsure of what to say or do. I mean, what exactly do you say to a neighbor you have just met in the most uncompromising situation you can think of? I'm sure there could be much worse scenarios but this was pretty bad in my book.
He was still talking. Thank goodness he stopped singing but he looked proper pissed off now. His voice wasn't even slightly muffled even with the window separating us. I made a mental note to replace my windows for something thicker since I was unlucky enough to get a demented neighbor who seems to like early morning karaokes. Heck, I might even soundproof my room due to the voice quality he had.
Aside from the comical sight of him holding a hairbrush, his towel, the one currently wrapped around his waist, was now slipping dangerously lower. Okay, okay. I admit that the guy looked really good. He had a toned torso, some six pack going on and all that, hell I could even see that V line clearly. But right now I was concerned about the fact that I might see some guy's genitalia.
And honestly at my age and at this point in time I really wasn't ready for all that commitment!
"What the hell?!" I shouted, putting my hands up to cover my eyes and stumbling back as quickly as I could. I almost tripped on the blanket that I dragged with me earlier but I regained my balance pretty quickly. "You're naked!"
He didn't say anything. I peeked through the gaps of my fingers and saw that he just arched an eyebrow at me.
"Put some damn clothes on!" I cried in distress, refusing to uncover my eyes. Not that doing this was sparing me from the sight from the oh so depressing sight.
Once again, through the gaps between my fingers, I saw him narrow his eyes at me. He tossed the brush aside nonchalantly without taking his eyes off me, and moved closer to the window in a leisurely pace, still unmindful of the towel that was slipping lower, and lower, and even lower still.
Please God, don't let my eyes be tainted! I'm too young for this!
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he suddenly snapped at me, eyes flashing in anger.
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