Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend

ney cookies wafted into my nostrils and a smile curled at the edges of my lips. "Mom," I called, taking a seat as I reached out for the tray of cookies. She used the spatula to hit my han

n my nose away. "What happened? No one was at home?" My mother took the initiative to ask. I made some annoyed noise in my throat and sat on the stool. "Someone was at home. In fact, an asshole was the one that was at home and guess what, mom?" I huffed. She looked out of the corner of her eye and dropped the handkerchief in her hands. "The person must have treated you nicely." She said with emphasis on the 'nicely' and I clicked my tongue before letting a scoff out. "Yes, he was, mom. He fucking slammed the doin my face. If that is what being treated nicely means. Yeah." "Language, Elris." She warned and I was too mad to even noticed I had just cussed before her. Joe tried to stifle laughter and I snapped my eyes to him and pointed a finger at him. "Don't you dare laugh there or I will tell Zoey that you cheated on her with Sam?" I threatened him and he raised his hands in a surrender gesture. "I won't laugh. I won't, I promise." He said, trying to prevent the laughter from spilling. I pulled my face away from him and picked a cookie before devouring it like it was the one that had angered me. "But who is this guy that got you on your toes, I would say it has been long since someone got you this mad." He said, this time his face morphing into a serious expression and he chucked the last piece of cookie into his mouth before dusting his hands. "It is the asshole that moved in next door," I replied, feeling my anger evaporate slowly. He was not worth the anger. "His name?" He asked and I glared at him again. "How do you expect me to know his name when the first thing he did when he saw me was slamming the door in my face? He didnot even speak." I snapped. Oh, I am even tired of talking. I have said these over and over again. "Maybe you did something bad. Or maybe he just does not like being disturbed. Or maybe you met him at the wrong time and he decided to take it out on you." My mother said from the place she was wiping the plate. Of course, she was always understanding. I shook my head and poured myself a glass of juice. I bit into my cookie and downed the juice. "I don't even care. For as long as he stays out of my hair, I will be good." I said and exited the kitchen. Making my way to my room, I picked out my favorite novel, When The Girl He Fell For Dies. It was a soul-wrenching piece of sheets. I got myself lost in the world, forgetting about the asshole and all that had happened but his eyes kept flashing in my vision. I could not help but close the book and forced my eyes close. When I could not get some sleep, I scrambled up and walked towards the window. Looking outside, my eyes traced every scene and sight and I let out a deep breath. I was not going to let my new neighbor get to me, especially this asshole. I noticed the window to a room was left open and a thought twinkled in my head. Haha, nice idea. I moved steadily across the room and picked a pen and paper. I wrote ASSHOLE in big