Thank you to everyone who took the time to read the last chapter, and to everyone who took the time to review the last chapter. This chapter has some interaction between Tris and the new neighbor guy. I loved reading all of your reviews from the last chapter so keep them coming. :) I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter. Happy Reading!

Chapter 6 Introducing The New Neighbors

I pick up my pace, knowing that if dinner isn't done by eight like Peter asked, then there will be hell to pay. I make it through the door at seven forty-five with fifteen minutes to spare until everyone arrives. "You should have been home half an hour ago." I hear, sneered at me from the couch from across the room.

"I'm sorry. Work was busy. There was a multiple injury car accident that came in right before shift change. It was all hands on deck." I say as I look at Peter, who is sitting on the couch reading the newspaper like he gives a damn about the local news.

"Sure it was. I'm sure you were sneaking around seeing your boyfriend." He says angrily.

"For the millionth time, I'm not seeing anyone else. I am not sneaking around. I work in an ER of a level one trauma hospital. We tend to get a lot of accidents that other hospitals can't handle." I say, wanting to roll my eyes as he glares at me with accusations written all over his face.

I know better than to see someone behind Peter's back unless I wanted them and me dead. Peter is a loose gun waiting to explode, the only question is, when will he. I only hope to minimize the causalities when he does finally explode. A few minutes later, a knock sounds throughout the house, panic pierces my heart because dinner isn't done yet. Peter answers the door, shooting me one last dirty look, as I shoot a dirty look at the back of his head wishing this night was over already. The bearded man stands there while Stacy talks back and forth with Peter. I'm not interested in knowing what they are talking about or hearing what lies Peter is feeding them. I know how these dinners tend to turn out. They are always the same, to stay away from Tris, she is crazy. Those are the type of dinners that happen when a new neighbor moves in next door. He usually bashes me behind my back all night long. I'm not surprised when I hear him attempt to start making comments about me, by saying, that I am the reason that dinner isn't ready on time. I set the table, put the food out, walk out to the den, saying "Dinner is done," as I stare at all of them, sitting on the furniture talking, at least Stacy and Peter are. Her guy looks like he wants to be anywhere but sitting next to her as he picks at an invisible sting on his pant leg.

Peter scowls at me saying, "Now Bea, is that nice? You just interrupted Stacy, who is our guest, telling me the story of how she met her wonderful guy here. You aren't being a really good host either. You haven't even offered our guests anything to drink."

He turns to the guy, smiling "I'm sorry, she is so rude, but you know how it is these days. Parents, they don't teach their children manners anymore."

The guy looks nervous as he glances at me while I see red. If I had a gun right now. Peter would be dead. How dare Peter insult, my parents. My parents never had a rude bone in their bodies. They raised Caleb and me the best they could before they were killed. I want to tell Peter that he could have offered our guests drinks, that he could have gotten off his ass to get them said drinks if they were so important to him, but I don't want to start an argument in front of our guests. I'm sure, by the end of the night, they will think I am crazy enough without me adding to Peter's argument. I say, smiling slightly, "Of course Peter, I completely forgot. I thought you were going to maybe be kind, and offer our guests something to drink."

He grimaces as he shoots me a looks to knock it off, to behave. "Oh no. T. Bea, why would I do that. After all, you are the one who insisted that we have this dinner party tonight even though you worked twelve hours today."

"Wow! You worked twelve today and managed to put a dinner together. Are you Super Girl in disguise?" The guy asks, smiling at me. This is the first time that I have heard the guy talk all night since he has entered the house.

"No, I'm not." I smile as his eyes meet mine and for a moment I get lost in his eyes, then I remember that Peter is watching me as he says "Sure you aren't, Supergirl!" His joking nature with me, makes me smile again as I add "Although I'm a nurse, you never know if I have a cape or not. You wouldn't know and my lips are sealed. Anyways I have red wine, white wine, beer, juice, and water."

"I'll have a beer," Peter says gruffly.

"I'll have a beer too." The guy says, who I still don't know the name of. Why won't anyone say it!

"I'll have water," Stacy says smirking. I notice the guy roll his eyes when Stacy says she will have water. I smirk to myself, but quickly hide it, before Peter sees me smile again as he is already giving me dirty looks from his chair for smiling so much because mystery man is making me smile.

"Okay, I will place them on the table," I say, trying to get the hint across that dinner is done, and is now starting to get cold.

As I turn my back to leave, the guy says, "Wow. She really worked twelve hours today on her feet, and she is hosting this dinner get together for Stacy and me. Stacy and I should go help her. Stacy, let's. . ."

"You can go help, but I am staying here. Peter was just about to tell me all about his life as a bartender." I hear Stacy say cheerfully, as I roll my eyes to myself, thinking if Stacy wants Peter so bad she can have him.

I hear the couch move, but then I also hear Peter say, "Nonsense. Bea is the type of woman who wants to do it all herself. She hates it when someone asks her if they want their help. It insults her. Seriously, it will piss her off. She is the type of woman, who if a guy asks her if she wants help, it makes her think that he thinks she isn't capable of doing things by herself. Trust me, I learned the hard way when we first started dating"

I hear Peter and Stacy start to laugh at something Stacy says as I shake my head as I walk back into the kitchen. I wish someone would come to help me in more than one way. I wish someone would sweep me off my feet away from Peter, but I know those are only dreams, I am destined to be here until the end of my days with Peter, being miserable.

Dinner is interesting, Peter plays the role of an attentive, loving boyfriend in front of our new neighbors, while mystery guy and I continue to make eye contact with one another, every few moments, his eyes are always quick to leave mine when they connect, but It reminds me of my time with Four in the airport when I first met him. I can feel his eyes on my face every time that I am looking at my plate of food or at someone else who is talking. He makes me feel awkward. I wish, I knew his name. Stacy and Peter get along like two peas in a pod, talking about anything and everything. There is never a quiet moment at the table. Mystery man is quiet, reserved, and he doesn't add anything to the conversation. Instead, he lets Stacy do all of the talking. About halfway through dinner, I notice, Mystery man beings to become annoyed with how much attention Peter is paying to Stacy as she openly flirts with Peter, I don't blame him. If I cared for Peter like I use to, I would be annoyed too, but now I don't care.

After dinner, Stacy leaves to go home with a loud whisper saying "Don't be too long" to her guy as she smiles at me. Peter goes upstairs to get ready for work. He comes down the stairs and kisses me roughly goodbye as a display that I am his. I don't know why considering that no one is here anymore. I hear Peter talking to someone in the den as I start to wash up the dishes. "Hey man, you can't be here anymore. I'm leaving for work, and I'm not comfortable leaving you here in my house with my girl." Peter says.

"Yeah, of course. I was just waiting to say thank you for inviting us over for dinner, and for making Stacy and I feel at home in our new apartment. I'm just going to go, and say goodbye to Bea." Mystery man says.

"Make it quick!" Peter says jokingly as I hear the front door shut, and I feel relief wash over me, knowing that Peter is gone for the night.

As I begin to wash dishes, I think about how funny it is that no one says the new guy's name. Oh well, at least he is nice to look at, and he does remind me a little of Four in his light green Air Force fatigues. My mind drifts to Four's full lips, and imagine what it would have been like to have kissed him in that airport. I wonder what he would have done? If he still would have left me that note in my book? I imagine getting lost in his dark blue eyes as I stare into his soul, and best of all, I imagine him holding me and protecting me from Peter. Although it is crazy to think about Four this way because I didn't know him for longer than twenty-four hours. He seemed like the type of man who would never treat a girl like Peter treats me. I shake my head, attempting to clear my crazy thoughts. "Get a grip, Tris. Four would never want you. You are damaged goods." I mutter to myself as I hear "Hey, Supergirl!" Mystery man says, startling me out of my daydream of Four's body.

"Yeah?" I ask, smiling at him.

"Try not to be too hard on the criminals tonight. Thank you for all your hard work with dinner."

"Your welcome, but how did you know? You just blew my cover." I say, lowering my voice as he moves closer to me. His eyes look familiar. Why?

"The scrubs, although you did answer to the name, Supergirl. Plus you kind of told me earlier that you might have a cape." He smiles at me.

"I never admitted to having a cape." I giggle as I slap my hand over my mouth. Peter would kill me if he heard me laughing with another man.

"Didn't you hear? Nurses have their own superpowers?" He whispers, his voice low like mine was a second ago.

"So I've heard." I laugh once again. God, why does this man make me feel so comfortable around him?

He smiles again and says "Thanks again for making Stacy and me feel welcomed."

"My pleasure." I smile at him as he looks at me, then asks "Hey Bea, what was it you were saying out here alone to yourself."

"Nothing," I say as my cheeks heat, at having been caught talking to myself.

"Oh, I just thought that I heard you mention someone by the name of Four. Do you know him?"

"Nope," I say, not trusting this guy in the slightest, wondering where he is going with this. My curiosity gets the best of me as he is walking away, I ask, "Do you know someone named Four. It is kind of a funny name."

"Yeah. It is. Although, I have heard the guy is a legend around here." Mystery man smiles at me once again.

"Funny. I have lived in this area my whole life, and I have never heard of him." I smile as I watch mystery man's smile melt off his face. "Well, maybe your line of work doesn't talk about legends like Four." He smirks at me as he walks away as I smile at him, shaking my head, wondering what this guy does for work in the area. Maybe he is in the Air Force with Four?

"Have a good night." I wave over my shoulder at him as he walks out the doorway.

After finishing the dishes, I head to the den to straighten the area, noticing someone left their leather jacket here. Maybe it's Stacy's or her boyfriend's jacket. I head upstairs to change into my PJs when I hear arguing going on next door. Suddenly, there is a knock on the front door. I wonder who it is? Maybe Peter forgot his keys once again, or he is checking on me to make sure that I am home alone like he does randomly. I run down the stairs, and I throw the door open. My heart leaps out of my chest with the sight before my eyes.

Guesses on who is at the door. Do you think it really is Peter or do you think it is the mystery guy from the next door or do you think it could be someone else? Also now that you have seen a little bit of the guy next door, what are your thoughts on him? Any other guess on who he could possibly be? Can't wait to read your guesses. As always please review. I will see you all hopefully with an update on July 23. It could be earlier as I am going on vacation out of the country, but I am making no promises. :) Until Next Time!