All Chapters of My neighbor is famous: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After my dad left — and almost started crying for leaving me alone for the first time — I settled into the room.Mr. Walker mentioned that he had to go to work that afternoon and that his wife and son were out of town. They wouldn’t be back until the next morning, so for now, I had the whole huge apartment all to myself.What to do? I was dying to try the living room TV. It was so big it practically covered the entire wall. I rummaged through the kitchen cabinets and made myself some popcorn. If I was going to break in that screen, I was going to do it right.When I turned on the TV, they were playing Till the Dawn. I left it on. I’d seen it before, but two minutes in, I was hooked again. Then, in one of the scenes, he appeared.Archie Garland.I hadn’t remembered! It was one of his early movies, and he had a supporting role.And then, I also remembered Maddie.God.I had to tell her I met him. That he was my neighbor. She was going to flip!I called her immediately. She answered on t

We arrived at Jackson’s school, and as we walked toward the entrance, I could feel Archie’s gaze fixed on me."What?" I asked, not even looking at him."Nothing." He shrugged but didn’t stop staring at me. "It’s just that you don’t seem like the type of person who likes kids."I furrowed my brows."And what type of person do I seem like?""Someone who would rather be anywhere else."I rolled my eyes."Well, that’s true," I admitted with an ironic smile, "but that doesn’t mean I can’t do my job well.""If you say so…"At the entrance, a woman with her hair up and glasses that had slipped down to the tip of her nose greeted us with a quick smile as she hurried to put on her jacket."Good morning. Who are you here to pick up?""Jackson Walker," I replied.The teacher nodded and looked toward the playground."Jackson, come here, please."A blonde boy came running over. His shirt was stained with paint, and his shoelaces were untied. He stopped in front of me and looked me up and down, lik

If someone had told me a week ago that I’d be at Keanu Reeves’ birthday party, I would have laughed in their face. And if they had also told me I’d be going with Archie Garland, I would have personally checked them into a psych ward.Yet here I was, sitting in the backseat of a luxury car, on my way to the most exclusive party of the year. Maddie, in full fangirl mode, was practically vibrating with excitement, while Archie looked highly amused watching me squirm in my seat."Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!" Maddie screeched like she was about to have a meltdown. "Do you even realize how many people we could meet tonight? How are you THIS CALM?!"I wasn’t calm. I was just silently suppressing my existential crisis."Maybe because I shouldn’t even be here," I muttered, crossing my arms, already knowing this was a huge mistake.Archie, sitting on the other side, was giving me that smug “you're-dying-inside” smile he always wore when he enjoyed watching me suffer."Oh, come on, neighbor

The next morning, I woke up to a bunch of messages from Maddie. I ignored them. I was still pissed. What was she thinking, telling the press I was dating Archie?I rubbed my temples, trying to wrap my head around the consequences. Would paparazzi follow me whenever I stepped outside, or would the rumor fizzle out on its own? Hopefully, the latter. There was no way I was opening Twitter or Instagram.I got out of bed and left my room. The house was empty. Good. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now.I went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and searched for something to eat. Among the leftovers and food containers, my eyes landed on a few cans of beer.Was it too early to drink?Who cared? A crappy breakfast never killed anyone. Neither did a cigarette.I stepped onto the balcony with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.The fresh morning air hit my face, clearing my head a bit. Leaning against the railing, I lit the cigarette with a lighter I'd found in the li

"No way.""Oh, come on," Archie protested. "Ninety percent of my fans hate you because they think you got between Kylie and me. If we say we're together and come up with a good story, we can change the narrative in your favor.""I don’t want that, Garland!" I huffed, running a hand through my hair, exasperated. "I want my life back the way it was a week ago—anonymous. And look where I am now because of you.""Maybe Archie has a point," Damon cut in, his tone as cool and calculating as ever. "A few statements, some pictures together, and in a few weeks, we ‘break up.’ People will forget about you quickly."I shot him a glare."Whose side are you on? Five minutes ago, you said we needed to deny it."Damon shrugged, indifferent."I'm on the production company's side. And Archie’s plan isn’t bad. It could work.""What about Kylie?""We can just say it didn’t work out between them, that they went out a couple of times and decided to stay friends.""Right. And the photo she posted the other