Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 578 – The Nosy Neighbors (Beatrice)
“Huh?” I frowned, staring at the screen before putting the phone back to my ear.
“Hi?” he greeted, “I’m outside your building.” He repeated himself, sounding a bit awkward since I hadn’t greeted him earlier.
“Hi! I’m Beatrice,” I said, instantly regretting it as he chuckled from the other end.
“Hi Beatrice, can you come outside?” he asked more directly, his focus clearly on meeting me, but I was too stunned to respond.
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My mother must have noticed how frozen I looked, the phone pressed against my ear and my eyes widening with each passing second. She approached me and gently tapped her hand on my cheek.
“What happened? Don’t tell me the principal is asking me to come over?” She rolled her eyes, prompting me to quickly cover the speaker with my hand and frown at her.
“No! It’s not the principal. It’s Ronnie Alder,” I m*outhed, conveying the news to her, watching her react with a mix of shock and excitement.
“Why is the sheriffs son calling you?” My mother had mixed reactions. She looked shocked but also excited, I guess.
“He’s outside our building and asking me to meet him,” I explained, holding my hand behind my back, leaving poor Ronnie clueless about what I was doing.
“Really?” my mother gasped, rushing over to the window of the living room and peering outside, with me following closely.
As soon as I looked over her shoulder, I saw Ronnie staring at us and waving his hand.
“Oh shoot! He saw us,” I pulled my mother back and groaned at her for making me act like a fool and getting caught peeking through the window.
“Just go speak to him,” my mom grunted, holding my hand and guiding it back near my ear with the phone in it.
“Hello, sorry I was-,” I closed my eyes as he interrupted.
“Busy peeking through the window?” His teasing tone made me even more embarrassed.
“I’m coming downstairs,” I stated and hung up the call. But my mother looked displeased, almost as if she couldn’t believe I did that.
“What?” I asked her, raising one eyebrow.
“Why didn’t you invite him to your apartment?” my mom complained, not realizing he was the sheriffs son, having lived his entire life in mansions. It wouldn’t be a good look to make him come upstairs and meet our neighbors, who thought we were prostitutes.
“Mom! I don’t want him to speak to our neighbors. They’re bad people, spreading rumors,” my tone was low, and my mood had suddenly plummeted. “Ah, I understand. But it’s okay. He just wants to meet you. Maybe he’s worried that you were skipping school, but why? You never told me you two were friends,” my mom bombarded me with questions, her face indicating suspicion of my activities.
“We’re not. We just spent time together once, and after that, I didn’t even see him again until he appeared outside our building today,” I said while quickly grabbing my shoes and leaving the apartment. I didn’t care if he saw me in an old black sweater and black jeans. It didn’t really bother me.
As soon as I stepped into the elevator, I bumped into the neighbor next door. The lady and her husband were always up in everyone’s business. We called them nosy neighbors, but they were known as Mr. and Mrs. Piper.
“So you don’t go to school anymore?” the lady rolled her eyes, clutching her branded purse, which I was sure somebody gifted her. Or she thrifted it.
The reason I was judging her was because she was always showy and making others feel low, even though she lived in one of the cheapest apartments. The reputation of the people living in these apartments was bad for some reason.
I sighed and tried to avoid her.
“I saw you come home late last night. You were coming from across the road, why?” she asked, not getting the hint that I was not interested in talking to her.
“Were you at the mayor’s mansion?” she questioned, finally making me look at her and then roll my eyes. Hopefully, that would be enough of an answer for her.
She scoffed and stepped out of the elevator before me when it stopped, almost making me bump into her. I hated that she was lingering around just to see why I had come downstairs. The minute she saw Ronnie standing on the road and smiling at me, she turned to me and then scanned me from head to toe. It was so strange walking past her while she was examining me like crazy.
“Hi,” I said to Ronnie, awkwardly looking behind at Mrs. Piper, who was standing frozen in the middle of the road with her eyes on us.
“You look great for someone who is sick and unable to come to school,” he mumbled, avoiding the lady as if she wasn’t present there. He was rocking a simple look with blue jeans and a white sweater. He was very good-looking and also sweet.
“That-don’t tell me the principal sent you on a mission to confirm I was lying,” I joked, and he smiled, making the lady gasp.
“What is going on? You look uneasy, is there a problem?” he finally picked up on my body language and stared at the lady over my shoulder.
Once she got his attention, she arched her way over and stood beside us.
“Hello, you are the sheriffs son, right?” she was short with blond hair and gray eyes. She was always dressed like she was headed to boujee parties, or at least that was the vibe she tried giving.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I watched Ronnie pull his infamous straight face and annoyed look. I had heard about it and had even seen him respond to people he wasn’t interested in with that look on his face.
“Isn’t it weird that you are talking to her? How do you know her?” the audacity of this woman to stand next to me and ask questions as if she was my mother.
But before I could respond, Ronnie stepped in, “We are classmates. Are you done inspecting us?” He wasn’t even trying to be nice. She got the hint and with a gulp, she passed us an awkward smile.
“Yeah, I was just being cautious about my neighbor’ s daughter. Have fun! This age is all about making friends,” the bitterness in her tone and the eye roll she gave me while passing a dead glare was odd. I didn’t get what I had ever done to her to make her so vicious towards me.
Thankfully, she left, and now I was much more at ease.
“I heard what Balinda did to you,” Ronnie’s statement came as a surprise. I didn’t think he would be so upfront about it.