Chapter 3

As I walk inside, my mom comes up to me with a small smile on her face. "Hey hun, how did it go?" She asks. Poor mom, I think shes hoping for grandkids in the next six years or something.

"Great. It went great mom, thanks so much for telling me to go over there. That neighbor of ours is one fantastic guy!" I snap sarcastically. I make my way up the stairs to my room, my blood boiling inside of me. I kind of feel bad because I know my mom didn't deserve that, she didn't know that guy was going to be a total douchebag, but I was too angry to go back and apologize at the moment.

I pace back and forth in my room. The words that he said to me repeating itself over and over in my head. Anger surging through me. I feel like throwing something. Or hitting something. Better yet, someone. And I had the perfect jerk in mind. What was with him, anyways? Why couldn't I read his mind? There was something off about him, I could just feel it. There had to be a reason I wasn't able to read his mind when I've never had trouble before, plus I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach the moment he walked out. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something was definitely different about him. I've got a bad feeling about that dude, and not just cause of the way he acted. So, I pull my phone out of pocket and I call Lyra. I tell her to meet me at the coffee shop down the street called "Java's Hutt". Some Star Wars geek owns the place and thought it would be a sweet name for a coffee shop. He filled the inside with Star Wars decorations, and some life size Clone cut outs.  Everyone from school hangs out there.

I run down the stairs and out the door without a word to my mother, and I slip into my black car, which is a 2014 Ford GT.

I know what you're thinking, "well we know she didn't buy that herself" and you'd be right.

The only reason I was able to get such a nice car is because it was handed down to me from my mom who paid it off when she was still in cahoots with her parents who are uber rich. She will never tell me why they are estranged though, oddly enough. Every time I bring up the subject she gets all weird and tells me she'd rather not talk about it. I tried reading her mind to figure out before too but in her head she wasn't thinking anything about her parents, even when I outright asked her about them! I thought that was super weird but I guess even in her head she refuses to think about it. It must have been something awful that happened I imagine.

Anyways, as I pull into Java's Hutt, I immediately see Lyra by the front door waiting for me. I step out of my car and walk over to her.

"Come on. Let's go get our table," I tell her as we walk inside.

We find our R2D2 table and I immediately launch into my conversation with my new obnoxious neighbor.

When I'm finished the first thing she asks is, "Is he hot?" Cue eye roll.

"What? Were you even listening to my story? His looks shouldn't matter at all after what I just told you" I exclaim. I honestly shouldn't even be the slightest bit surprised.

"Woah woah woah there, looks always matter, boo. We have eyes for a reason. So is he?" She asks with wide, anxious eyes.

I shrug. "I don't know... yeah, I guess he's  pretty cute," I answer briefly, struggling to compliment him.

"But on a scale of one to ten, how hot?" She questions with a spark of excitement in her dark brown eyes.

I roll my eyes at her question. "Who even cares" I reply flatly. I'm starting to get really annoyed with her obsession with boys. It seems like every girl my age only has one thing on their minds at all time, boys. An addiction I've never understood.

"Fine. Guess what?" She says, already changing the subject. She gets bored easily and and I swear has the attention span of Dory, from

Finding Nemo

.

"What?" I sigh, trying to push my annoyance away.

She starts talking about some shopping spree she went on where almost everything she bought was on discount, but I'm not really listening. All I can think about is that stupid guy's face, and maybe body too. But mostly the words I wish he was hot enough for me to forget. And then maybe another thought about those abs of his. Damnit, let me direct my thoughts back to Lyra before I come off as a hypocrite.

Ugh, being a teenager sucks.

Especially when you're a freaky mind reading girl, living next door to a Greek god that knows he looks like a Greek god.

Sheesh.

This year is going to be interesting, at least, that much I'm sure of......