Misunderstood (A Neighbor from Hell YA #1) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,102

saw him looking, she narrowed her eyes on him and mouthed, “Revenge,” with a slow nod of her head. He watched her for a moment before he shrugged it off and settled back on his bed.

“Probably not,” Sebastian said around a yawn.

“I thought she was grounded,” Jonathan murmured thoughtfully.

“She is, but she takes her revenge very seriously,” Sebastian pointed out only to sigh when a light tapping against the glass dragged his attention back to find Mikey nodding in agreement.

“Apparently.”

“Are you ever going to talk to me again?” Sebastian asked as he opened the book only to close it with a sigh because he’d already read this book. God, he missed his iPad, Sebastian thought as he found himself glancing at Mikey.

He missed her more.

The only time he’d been allowed out of his room over the past week had been for meals, chores, and to use the bathroom. That was it. The rest of the time he spent in his room where he was expected to report in at random times during the day by sending a picture of whatever he was doing to his parents to ensure that he was where he was supposed to be. Most of the time, he spent staring at the walls, counting down the minutes until his sentence was over, re-reading all the books in his room, forcing himself to nod whenever another rejection letter came in the mail and his parents told him not to worry, and ignoring the pain in the ass late at night when she came to his window seeking revenge.

“That depends…” Jonathan said, letting his words trail off.

“On what?” Sebastian asked only to find himself looking at Mikey and–

Rolling his eyes when the little brat steamed up his bedroom window so that she could write “Revenge” backwards. She really was too damn adorable for her own good, Sebastian thought, tempted to open the bedroom window, but…

Nothing had changed.

She was still better off without him and he…was going to keep telling himself that until he believed it. In the meantime, he was going to focus on not dying of boredom.

“On whether or not I get Mikey,” Jonathan said, making him frown as he glanced over at his brother to find the little bastard grinning.

“But, she’s a pain in the ass,” Sebastian pointed out only to sigh when the tapping began. His gaze flickered over to the window to find her glaring at him, letting him know that she’d heard him.

Good.

“I’m willing to overlook that,” Jonathan said, nodding solemnly.

“She’s also violent,” Sebastian reminded his brother.

“I’m well aware of that,” Jonathan pointed out.

“I just feel like you could do so much better,” Sebastian pointed out with a helpless shrug only to end up biting back a smile when the tapping started again.

“Probably,” Jonathan murmured in agreement as they both glanced at Mikey to find her seething on the other side of their bedroom window.

With one last glare letting him know that she’d be back, Mikey slowly stepped back away from the window and–

“Ow!”

–had him off the bed and across the room a second later, trying to get the window unlocked only to end up shoving Jonathan’s hands out of the way so that he could open the window and climb onto the roof to make sure that she was okay. Only, he never got past the window before the little brat was there, shoving him back into the room and following him as she absently adjusted her backpack over her shoulder.

“You scared the hell out of me!” Sebastian snapped at her, still trying to will his racing heart to slow down.

Nodding, Mikey bit out coldly, “Revenge,” as she descended on him.

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” Sebastian snapped as he found himself backing away from her for some reason. It probably had something to do with that murderous glint in her eye, Sebastian realized as he continued backing up and she kept coming for him.

“Did you really think that I would forget what you did?” the crazed teenage girl said coldly as she came closer.

“Go home, Mikey,” he said only to swallow hard when she kept coming for him.

“I told you that she was going to kill you one day, but you never listen,” Jonathan said with a heartfelt sigh as he closed their bedroom window, not really sounding all that concerned that Mikey was about to kill him.

“Why don’t you tell me to my face, huh?” Mikey said, reaching up to push him, which had him dropping down on his