Misunderstood (A Neighbor from Hell YA #1) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,9

girl, which sucked, but she’d been used to it by then. Most of the boys that she went to school with didn’t want to be friends with a girl, and the girls…

Definitely didn’t want to be friends with a tomboy.

After her mother married Reese, Mikey hadn’t really expected to see Sebastian that much other than at family gatherings, so it surprised her when she woke up one night to find Sebastian sitting on the bed next to her, reading a book. Before she’d had a chance to ask him what he was doing in her room at two in the morning, he’d shooshed her and told her that he was reading.

That had been followed by him stealing her pillow, hogging the bed, and ignoring her while she’d laid there, contemplating shoving him off her bed. In the end, she’d shrugged it off and went back to sleep, too tired to really care. Since then, they’d become best friends, not that he really gave her a choice, Mikey thought, biting back a smile, that is, until he reached over and stole her hamburger.

Then, she settled on glaring at the boy that she couldn’t imagine her life without.

Chapter 4

“Therapy?” Mikey said as she reached over and stole her burger back.

“What about it?” Sebastian asked, biting back a sigh as he contemplated buying another burger only to decide against it since it wasn’t worth the risk of getting caught.

“How was it?” Mikey asked, finishing off her burger before he had a chance to steal it again.

“Life-altering,” he said dryly, stealing Mikey’s pudding as he watched her, taking in the way that her bright green eyes narrowed on him as she worried her plump bottom lip between her teeth, the way the stubborn curve of her small chin firmed in determination, and the Dutch braids she always wore her hair in, and

God, she really was too damn adorable for words.

Nodding, Mikey said, “I can tell,” making his lips twitch.

“Are you going to tell me about that book report?” Sebastian asked, gesturing to the incoherent mess covered in red marker.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you’re not in school?” she countered back, making him sigh.

“Because I love homeschooling,” he said flatly.

“And I totally believe you,” Mikey said, blinking.

Narrowing his eyes on his best friend, he said, “There’s nothing to tell.”

“I see,” she murmured, looking thoughtful. “And the fact that you got expelled from this school after only one day…”

“Was unfortunate,” Sebastian said, reluctantly getting to his feet when the lunch bell rang, signaling the end to his daily reprieve from the boredom that was his life.

There was a heavy sigh and then, “I’ll see you after school,” Mikey said as Sebastian grabbed their tray.

“Maybe…” Sebastian said with a teasing smile that had her narrowing her beautiful green eyes on him.

“Please don’t make me beat you up,” Mikey said, trying to look terrifying as she narrowed her eyes on him, but she was too damn adorable to pull it off.

Still…

“I’ll think about it,” Sebastian said, shooting her a wink as he headed to the trash barrels by the back wall and took care of their tray.

After one last look at Mikey to find her pouting adorably, Sebastian made his way through the crowded cafeteria and headed toward the boys’ locker room. He waited by the door to make sure that the coast was clear before he headed inside and made his way straight to the back entrance to the gym and seconds later, was pushing open the heavy security door that the coach kept propped open during the day with an old orange traffic cone that had seen better days.

He kept his head down as he made his way around the large brick building and cut through the staff parking lot. He headed to the bike rack where he’d left his bike. A few minutes later, Sebastian was contemplating a trip to the library only to remember that he’d promised his Aunt Haley that he’d stop by and grab the book that she wanted him to read.

At least it would help kill some time before it was time to walk Mikey home, Sebastian decided as he got on his bike and headed to his aunt’s house. Ten minutes later, he was pulling into the empty driveway and

“Please let this be over,” Sebastian said, letting his bike fall over so that he could grab his phone from his bag when a loud chime alerted him that he had an email even as he told himself