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C H A P T E R T W O

R a e ' s h o u s e

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"How was work?" Brooke spoke through the phone.

I laid onto the couch, letting my head hang off the edge. "Gross, awful, I could go on."

"Did you work with him yesterday?"

"Yeah." I quickly removed the phone from my ear, after she laughed into to speaker.

"Rae, off the phone." I pulled the phone to my neck.

"Why?" I asked my mother, who was holding groceries in her hands.

"Because, we need to have a talk."

I groaned. "You know I hate talks."

"Brooke, I'll call you back." I pressed the phone onto the wall, sitting up.

She set the bags onto the counter, and sat next to me. "Who do you spend time with, outside of the house?"

I thought for a minute. "Just about everyone you've met. Brooke, her boyfriend Hoseok and Yoongi.

"Don't lie to me." She crossed her legs.

"What? I'm not."

"I got a call today."

"From who?" I sat back, curious.

"What's this talk about you having sex with Park Jimin." She pointed at the house across ours.

"What? MOM HE MADE THAT UP."

"I can't trust you anymore, I'm telling your father." she got up from the couch.

"Mom, believe me. I'm a virgin I swear."

She have me a look before, walking into the kitchen. "You know that boy's on drugs, you can't associate with people like that."

"Where'd you get that from?"

"I know his parent. She couldn't give a care about the boy. His mother's a lunatic."

"That makes two." I muttered. "I'm kidding."

She glared at me. "You're grounded. No friends for a week."

"You make absolutely no sense. I didn't even do anything.."

"You have finals tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"So go study. You've been out all day."

"Fine." I groaned. "I'll go study."

I grabbed my books and stomped up the stairs. I cracked my window open to get fresh air and fell onto my bed. My eyes are too tired to focus on words.

The whole neighborhood was awake, as the sound of Cyndi Lauper, echoed through his house. Not one person dared to call the police. He'd just throw another party next week.

"Girls just wanna have fu-un."

I quickly turned around. "Dad, get out!"

"What? I like this song." He tried dancing, and that was the limit for me. I pushed him out my room.

"Don't do drugs." He yelled, before I slammed the door. I stared through my window, rolling my eyes.

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"How are you?" Jimin chuckled, from his window.

"Turn it down." I pointed downwards.

He put his hand to his ear.

"Please." I mouthed, crossing my arms.

"One sec." He put his finger up.

I laid back on my bed, closing my eyes. They were burning, as it was finals week.

"Damn, why does your room have to be so high?"

"Jimin, what do you think you're doing?!"

He climbed through the window, brushing his jeans, as he got up.

"My parents are downstairs." I pushed him towards the window.

"Let them hear." He got closer.

"You're crazy." I pushed his chest.

"I know." He smirked.

"Park Jimin. Get out of my house."

"Say my name more often."

"Please leave me alone."

"Why do you hate me so much?" He sat on my bed.

"I don't hate you.. you're just irritating. Now I'm pretty sure you have a party to get to." I pointed towards the window.

"I told you to come."

"You knew I'd say no."

"Yeah, and that pissed me off.

"Get out."

"No."

"Ugh why, out of all people, do you have to be my neighbor?" I pulled at my hair.

"I guess you were just that lucky."

"Please leave. I really don't want you here." I pushed his chest.

"Ouch, that hurt." He held his heart.

"You ready for the final, tomorrow?" He grabbed the text book.

"You know, that reminds me. I should be studying."

"I'll help you."

"What do you know?" I sneered.

"Some science, and a lot of chemistry." he winked.

"Chemistry is science, and you're gross."

"Let me help you study. I'll motivate you."

"And how will you do that?" I crossed my arms.

"For every question you get right, i'll remove a piece of my clothing."

I shoved him out of the window.




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It'sss a mE mAriOoOo. Uh so anyway... I've been reading a lot of comments that are comparing this book to stranger things. I think it's very flattering, although I'm not a fan of being accused of stealing ideas or themes from it. I swear on my fUckin life, Brooklyn Boy was written in 2018. There's no way that I could've "stolen" from season 3 of stranger things when it never existed at the time dhdjdhhd like pls, if you can time travel, tEll mE. No, but I'm being serious. It's only a coincidence that these are similar! Nothing more fam! โ™ก


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