Novel & Cerita But He's My Grumpy Neighbor

Not a kind of proud stare you give someone you admire, but the one you have on your face when someone says something totally stupid. “You know… being happy neighbors,” he clarifies, still grinning, something I’m becoming really pissed at. “Leave Nevan,” I snap coldly. “Or I’ll call the police to report you for disturbance of privacy.” “Is that a thing?” he asks, clicking his tongue, something I find more annoying than cute. I roll my eyes in disgust, “I’ll gladly make it one.” Nevan takes a step closer, and it takes everything to stop myself from headbutting him right back. I’m so not in the mood for this, not another drama.

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

Even I think that’s too much. But of course, the tranquility and calm ambiance is broken by the entrance of one Mr. Grumpy. I might have spoken too soon because he is clearly in a bad mood and is willing to spread the joy. Oh, boy. He takes the grilled meat I had just finished cooking and unceremoniously plops down to a seat on the island. I might have been still asleep because I have never seen him act so petulantly. This must be a dream. “Care to share?” I point to the plate he is clutching and present my plate.

I mean it could only be him, but that doesn't stop him from scaring the life out of me. "My heart literally jumped out of my chest." "You'd be dead." His tone is flat, clearly unimpressed by my dramatics. I shoot him a glare over my shoulder. "Someone clearly haven't had their morning coffee." A scowl crosses his face and I almost roll my eyes. He's so extra grumpy this morning. Can't say I'm not complaining, today. There's something so hot about him being so grumpy. "Why are you watering the flowers at this hour?"

And because she was such a nosy creature, she even moved closer to the closed gate – putting her ear on the metal to listen to their conversation more. “Who was that?” A hoarse voice asked. It was surely from someone older than her neighbor. “I don’t know. Some random people.” Her neighbor replied. Leila felt offended that he didn’t even remember her name, but his next words made her blood boil. “Just throw these cookies away. I don’t like any of them.” He ruthlessly commanded. She gasped in horror and her eyes widened. Her cookies! “What kind of cookies? Maybe, I can taste it. Just give it to me.” The man with the hoarse voice answered.

Like strangers who weren’t really strangers. When we reached my door, I turned to him, unsure what to say. He beat me to it. “Sorry for stealing your snack. I was… being an asshole.” I laughed softly. “I was kind of being a major diva about it. I mean it's just granola” He pointed to the door next to mine. “That one’s me.” My eyebrows lifted. “You’re my neighbor?” He nodded. “Guess so.” There was a beat. Not awkward. Just… loaded.

The fastest he could think of. “Can I help you?” His voice was strained and glaringly unfriendly. The neighbor seemed…baffled. Slightly. “Uh, well like I said earlier, I’m the new neighbor.” He cleared his throat. “And I’m sorry to bother you—because it clearly looks like it— but I was curious about one thing.” Theo cocked his brow, silently urging him on. “So, I was wondering if you have some kind of hearing loss or something?” It was Theo’s turn to be baffled. “What?”

"It’s two in the afternoon and you haven't complained about Ms. Lesley a single time. You haven't even yawned. Did you get hit by a car on your way here or something?" “If I was hit by a car, wouldn't I be in the hospital?” I scratched the corner of my lip as I laughed awkwardly. "I'm just focusing. I have a lot of backlogs to clear out before the weekend." "Don't give us that," Maya countered, her green eyes narrowing. "You look like a robot. Did something happen with your grumpy roommate? Did he finally tell you to pack your bags?" "No," I said softly, my chest tightening slightly at the mention of him. "The lease is fine. Everything is fine. We just... had a disagreement, I guess. It’s no

And then, as if suddenly recalling himself, he spoke, his deep voice rumbling through the air. "Hello, my name is Gage. I'm your new neighbor." Nicole's gaze snapped back to his face, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized she'd been staring. "Oh, yes, hello," she stuttered, trying to compose herself. Gage's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded at her. "Our landlord said you might have something for me?"

he said, his voice muffled my the face mask. From what I could see of his fave, he had small eyes, they were literally slits. Asian? Cute. But whatever. So now he was trying to make me look stupid by being nice? Damn him and his good manners. Where were there when he was blowing my ears off? With a deep sigh and groan, I stomped off black into my apartment. I sat on the edge of my bed in my house, and still waited, straining my ears to hear If Mr. Neighbor would play his damned guitar again. He didn't. Which was good. I could finally concentrate on myself.