JURY DUTY

“JURY DUTY! You’ve got to be kidding me !”

I slammed my forehead against the doorframe five steps away from the mailbox. Head turned. I let out a flustered groan. There was no way I could do this, no way. 

I turned back to the mailbox, wishing I had never opened it. I clutched the green envelope in my hand, wishing it would dissolve into thin air.

A door opened next to me; I turned my head. A head turned back to me. Of freaking course in the worst moment of my life e/n had to show up.

“What’s wrong y/n, you got stood up, why u dang crying up the whole neighborhood.” 

“Why do you always bring ur cocky self in my business’ – y/n

“Whaaat I’m being so genuine.. What’s the matter?” He started toward the mailbox, not even trying to hide the fact that he was enjoying my misery.’

He unlocked the mailbox

“I got jury duty.” – I waved the slip up. And put my head down, then up-

 When he laughed

My face probably said it all.

When he stood there waving the same green slip I have in my hand

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…

“Don’t even say anything, I swear…” I muttered, ready to just throw the dang thing out the window and run away.

He cracked open the envelope with a practiced hand, flipping through the paperwork inside.

“Hey…y/n,”  he said, clearly enjoying himself too much.

I sighed, turning to head inside, wanting to just escape this moment.

I rolled my eyes, turning back to him. He was still holding the green slip. I wish I was imagining 

“See you tomorrow at 1pm,” he smirked as he closed the envelope

I tried to bite back the glare.

“I hate you,” I muttered under my breath.

“I’m about to make so many opposing points. I’ll be your own personal devil’s advocate,” he teased.

“That’s not even how it works, you idiot” –y/n shot back

He laughed, his eyes glinting with something— “Should we carpool? Talk about how this whole thing is probably rigged?”

I hesitated. This was insane, but at least if we fight in a serial killer court, I’d have him to sacrifice first.

We both just stared at each other for a moment—two neighbors, two enemies, but now we have to work together. 

Finally, I shrugged. “Ur car? Ur gas money?”

I turned back to the door, half-expecting him to turn away with my request. Instead, I heard him say

“Whatever it takes for you to sit in my passenger seat. So…this is gonna be fun, huh?” he said.

I smirked. “You have no idea.”