My Big, Bad Neighbor

Chapter One

Chapter One
Sam's POV

"Sam, get your lazy ass out of bed." Henry yells.

Henry, if he were any different, would be considered my dad. But after my mom died, he's been different, and I don't ever call him dad.

Henry suits him just fine.

I grumble, but then roll out of bed in frustration.

I guess I have to go to school at some point.

Standing up, I blindly make my way to my closet, tripping over boxes in the process.

"Damn boxes." I kick one for good measure before grabbing a random grey shirt from a hanger and then a pair of jeans from a messy dresser.

I wouldn't have time to organize.

Quickly, so Henry doesn't scream even more, I make my way to the bathroom where I shower, change into my clothes, and gel my hair a bit so it's out of the way more. I look at my hair and nod.

Looks good.

Once I've done that, I brush my teeth and spray some Old Spice on so I don't smell like shit. I may be "scary," but that doesn't mean I can be smelly, too. That's just gross.

I check the time on my phone and smile proudly. I'm late once again for school.

Part one on my list of "things to do to become a badass again" can be checked off the list.

"Hey, Sammy! Get going! You're late to school once again." Henry yells. "And if you think I'm taking you to school, you're damn wrong."

Of course he's not going to take me to school, but I wasn't planning on it. For years before, I was saving so much money so that I could get a Harley so I could get to school as 1) a badass like I want to be, and 2) get to school in style. Harleys have always been my favorite type of transportation. Any other motorcycle is just plain shitty.

I grab my black, basically weightless, backpack and slip it on, then put on my black steel-toed boots, tying them and then rushing to get down the steps of the old home I'm now living in.

"Have a shitty day." I call to Henry before letting the screen door slam and heading for the garage where my motorcycle is sitting.

I bring it out of the garage and quickly start the bike, revving it, just because it sounds cool, and then ride to the end of the driveway. As I'm watching for cars, I see the girl that lives next door. I don't remember her name. Kimberly? Kelly? I really don't care.

She looks at me, her eyes narrowed and she's standing with some other girl I don't know. Probably her friend or something.

I smirk at the neighbor just to rile her up more and then make my way to school. I guess I won't be the only one late.

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As I make my way into the school I get plenty of stares. Maybe it's because I was the only one who rode a motorcycle to school, maybe it was because of my hair--it's pretty good looking-- or maybe it was just because I wasn't wearing a fucking uniform that these idiots have to wear everyday.

So, when I walked into the administrators office, it wouldn't be a surprise that I was setting a bad example right away.

"Welcome to Hedgeway High, I'm Mrs. Jenkins, the Principal." She smiles and sticks out her hand, which I don't shake. How much worse could this school get?

"Well, okay then." Her smile falters and she takes a seat behind her dark wooden desk. "So obviously you're new. Which excuses you from some of the codes in the school, here, for today. We don't allow regular clothes to be worn to school. We expect boys to wear khaki pants, dress shoes, and a nice dress shirt. And I heard a motorcycle come in today. We also don't permit you to ride one if you don't have a helmet. Just little safety precautions. Some other rules include-" she continues to drone on and on about stupid rules that I don't really care about and then she takes a deep breath. "Your name is Sam Nathanson, correct?"