Just like every single day, I tiptoe over to my window, peeking out to see if my hot neighbor is present in his room.
And like every single day, he is lying on his bed with his guitar in his hands, strumming a soft tune. I stare longingly at him.
He is Asher King.
The bad boy of Northwood High and the most gorgeous human being I have ever set my eyes on in my seventeen years of living.
He doesn’t notice me staring. He never does. Even if I so desperately wish for his attention, he never looks in my direction.
His curtains are always open, though.
Once, to my utter embarrassment, I even paraded around in my room half-naked in my bra and panties! But did he look? NO.
I mean, come on. I am not the hottest girl out there but when you can look straight into your neighbor’s room across from yours and she is parading around half-naked, YOU LOOK!
It is that simple!
The idiot didn’t even budge that day. He was too busy playing games on his phone.
Twenty minutes later I gave up. After that, I never pulled a stunt like that ever again. In fact, I became even more insecure about my body than before.
Asher stands up, putting the guitar down. Then he grabs the bottom of his shirt. I press my face closer to the window trying to get a better look.
Why are you so gorgeous? I whine in my mind, waiting eagerly.
But before I have the chance to see his defined abs I am being whisked away from my favorite spot in my room and the butter-colored curtain is pulled to the right, shielding the view from my sight.
Noooo! He was just about to take his shirt off! I want to see!
A slap on the back of my head awakens me from my trance and I yelp in surprise.
“Hey!” I rub my head while frowning before looking up, only to see my best friend glaring at me.
I smile sheepishly at her, scratching my neck awkwardly. Then I give her my cutest puppy face, praying she will ignore what she just witnessed.
But of course, she doesn’t fall for it. Only Dad ever does.
“I thought you were going to stop this nonsense!” Kaylee frowns at me.
“I was, but I can’t!” I press out, turning around and marching toward my bed.
“Why not, Addy? He doesn’t even look in your direction. I am wondering if he knows that you exist in the first place!”
I huff, throwing a book in her direction. She catches it with ease before plopping down next to me on my bed.
“Look, I know you like him. Maybe you don’t know him personally but you have been crushing on him for ages.
“Ever since the day he moved in here eight years ago you have been fascinated by him, but I think it’s time you let go,” she whispers, scooting closer to me.
Biting my bottom lip, I curl into a ball on my bed.
“I don’t get it! Am I that ugly? Why doesn’t he spare me a single glance?” I groan.
“I know! I know you have tried to get his attention—in weird-ass ways.”
“My methods were not weird!” I give her a glare.
“They were weird all right, but he is a dick who can’t see what a wonderful person you are!” She puts her face opposite to mine. “You deserve so much better?”
I shake my head at her.
“No, you are wrong!” I mutter.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You are wrong. He deserves so much better than me.” I look longingly in the direction of his room.
“Addy—” Kaylee starts protesting but I cut her off.
“He deserves someone who isn’t a freak. I mean, look at me. I have been stalking him for eight years now! Eight years!
“In those eight years, I haven’t conversed with him even once! But I still know so much about him! I am ashamed of myself…”
“You know that it is not like that,” she says soothingly, but I shut my eyes tight, hoping that my aching heart will get some peace.
Maaan, I sound dramatic.
“Kaylee, could you please leave me alone for a bit?” I ask, looking back at her.
Her eyes bear a sad expression.
“Yes, I get it. Hope you feel better soon!” She hugs me tightly to her and I hug her back.
“Don’t let your silly crush get to you!”
I nod and look down at my clenched fists in my lap.
When I look up again she is gone.
I feel bad. We were supposed to have a sleepover and she just arrived, but I need to see someone.
Like, right now.
So that is exactly what I do. I throw on a random pair of jeans, a hoodie, my cap, and last my running shoes. Then I open my door.
“Mom, Dad, I’m going to bed!” I yell and wait for an answer.
“Okay, sweetie! Sleep well! Good night!” they yell back.
I smile to myself, closing the door again, locking it to be extra sure that no one notices I am going to be gone for a while.
With my phone in my pocket, I climb out my window, something I am a pro at after all the practice. Even if my room is on the third floor.
On my way down, something slices a deep cut into my hand and I yelp. I hear a sound from behind me and turn around, swiftly looking up into Asher’s room, but no one is there.
I look back at my hand, where the blood is oozing out.
“Shit, Mom and Dad can’t find out that you sneak out, Addy!” I mutter loudly to myself.
I internally scream when the pain increases and climb all the way down knowing I will fall if I don’t. Once on the ground, I get out my phone and put the flashlight on, examining my wound.
Well, shit. It’s bad…
Do climb up again? No!
I shake my head, trying to find another solution. If I can just stop the bleeding then I am good to go again.
Think, Addy, think!
My hand slips under my hoodie and I grab my bra.
A cotton sports bra. I have plenty at home; no one will notice if I ruin this one. While holding my injured hand still, I pull the sweater off my body.
The wind brushes again my bare torso, clad only in a sports bra. My fingers grip the piece of clothing I need to stop the bleeding when I suddenly hear a cough.
My whole body freezes and my eyes frantically look around.
I swear I just heard a cough.
But no one is here and there is no way that Asher…I look up into his room again. I am right, his lights are turned off like earlier.
Maybe I am imagining things? Screw this!
I pull my bra off as well, shivering slightly before pulling my hoodie back on. Then I take the bra and wrap it tightly around my hand.
The bleeding stops and I smile to myself.
Before I know it I am sprinting off into the cold night, not realizing that a pair of eyes is staring after me even long after I disappear into the ocean of trees.