(Possible Tw for yelling mentioned, but honestly idk.)

You hate the boy next door.

A shocker, I know.

But you hate him.

So why is he here?

You want him gone.

You hate him and want him gone.

So why the hell is he here.

In the pool with you.

Swimming with you.

Yelling at you.

You were doing so well.

You got away from him.

But now.

He's here.

He here, and he won't leave.

He's here and he's yelling at you.

Throwing things at you.

Saying things about you.

Most of them you've heard.

And then he crossed the line.

He said you are fat, you became upset.

He laughed.

He laughed at you.

You were upset, and he fucking laughed about it.

He finally leaves.

Laughing and giggling as he does.

You sit there for a moment.

And think about the way your night is going to go.