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Jenna sighed as she saw the light flick on from her dash behind the steering wheel. It was the one that reminded her of how forgetful she was. She hadn't changed the oil in quite some time, and it was something she had neglected to do several times. She knew that Jason would have remembered. She shook her head and turned onto the street that wound through her quiet neighborhood. She couldn't help but dwell on her recent forgetfulness. Though letting such a menial task as taking her car for an oil change slip her mind would not normally had bothered her so much, the day had not particularly gone well for her.
As she cruised down the road toward her house, Jenna couldn't help but think of the grueling day she had experienced. She remembered having to change her pants earlier that morning after knocking over her coffee cup, which sent the incredibly hot beverage pouring over the bar in her kitchen and into her lap. Then there was the guy that had nearly sideswiped her on the way to work, who had also been generous enough to flip her the bird, as if she was the one being reckless.
The entire work day had seemed to drag on the same way, with one annoying occurrence after another. On top of being ten minutes late to the office, a construction crew had been jackhammering the pavement where she normally parked near the front door, causing her to have to park across the street. Of course, just as she had dreaded they would, the construction crew stopped their work long enough to watch her walk into the office.
All day, as with most days, her boss had teased and flirted with her. He was a nice guy, and wasn't an unattractive man, but his advances and subtle remarks always got on Jenna's nerves. He was a married man, and Jenna had grown to detest men who had an eye for women that weren't their wife.
As she neared her driveway, Jenna peered past her house to see a large rental truck next door. She pulled onto her concrete driveway and parked in front of her garage, staring out her window at the house beside her own.
"Someone finally bought it," she muttered to herself.
The neighboring house was much like the rest of the homes in the cozy suburb; they were new and of modern design, and were situated on small lots, which only allowed for a few meters between one house and the next. They were almost cookie cutter homes, though at least every one was designed and built differently. It was not Jenna's favorite layout for a neighborhood, and she felt encroached now that someone had moved in next to her. Still, she considered herself lucky to have such a beautiful home.
Jenna remained in her car for a moment, studying the new neighbors that were busy unloading furniture from the rental truck. The first thing that she noticed was that they were all men. She counted three going in and out of the open front door. They were young, and Jenna figured they had to be in their twenties like her. They were all very slim and tall, and all three shared the same dirty blond hair color. Something within Jenna made her dread the idea of living next to a bunch of guys, though for all she knew, some of them could simply be helping with the move. She didn't spot anyone resembling a wife or girlfriend.
Jenna stepped out of her car, and was about to head inside when she stopped and cursed silently. She had been so preoccupied with watching the new neighbors that she had forgotten to stop and check the mail. She headed down her long driveway toward the mailbox, her short heels clicking on the concrete. Hoping that the three men wouldn't notice her, she kept her head down and refrained from looking their way. When she reached the mailbox, she opened it to find a few bills, some junk mail, a magazine she was sure that she had canceled a while back.
While sifting through the mail in her hands, she did not have to look up to know that she was being watched. The sounds next door had stopped, and she caught a glimpse from her peripheral vision of the three men standing together on their front porch. She sighed to herself. It seemed that most men were the same. She could remember the countless times that she had caught Jason staring at some other woman. Jenna gathered herself and headed back up the driveway.
She allowed her eyes to cut over at the new neighbors. Immediately, she saw one of them walking toward her. Jenna grew tense and nervous. For a second she considered ignoring him and acting like she didn't see him, but she didn't want to be mean. She glanced over at the man and gave him a warm smile, the same smile she gave to customers at the front desk at work. The tall man returned her smile with a broad grin of his own as he approached.
"Hey there," he said.
"Hi," Jenna said.
He came close and extended his hand to her.
"Just wanted to introduce myself," he told her. "I just bought the place next door."
"I see that," Jenna said, still smiling. "Welcome to the neighborhood."
She spoke in the voice she was so used to using at work, the high pitched and polite tone that she found was often too forced. Jenna shook his hand before quickly giving him a once over. He was half a head taller than her, and though he was thin, he looked to be in decent shape beneath his plain black T-shirt and jeans. His eyes were a bluish color, and were small and sly looking.
"I'm Blake," the man said.
He turned and motioned to the other two men standing on the porch looking their direction.
"Those are my brothers," he said. "The taller one is Matt, and the squirrely one behind him is Danny. We're all moving in together."
"Oh, cool," she said. "I'm Jennifer. Most people just call me Jenna."
Blake eyed her curiously. "How long you been here?"
"About two years."
He nodded and stared over at her house.
