The Boy Who Moved In Next to Me

Chapter 1

Hello. My name is Angela Rhian Pattar. I'm 17 years old, a senior at Westmoreland High. I don't have anything special about me really. I have boring brown hair boring green eyes. Although my eyebrows were thick, there were never stray hairs. I had Cara Delevingne eyebrows. I have nerd glasses and honestly, I didn't need them. I only wore them because it makes me feel secure. I was skinny but I was not and I repeat was never, am not, never will be, athletic. The only things I knew how to do was breathe, blink, read, eat, drink, surf the Internet, urinate, and let my body get rid of waste.

Okay so I was in my room on my bed, my nose stuck in a book. No literally, my nose was stuck in the book. I was highly clumsy too. Let's just say glue projects and reading without my glasses are not a good idea.

"WHY WOULD YOU POST MY OFFGUARD FACE ANGELA?" Christina, my drama queen sister, screeched. "YOUR THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS THAT PHOTO!"

"Not anymore." I chuckle at myself. You see, Christina is in charge of laundry. Since she hates me with all her cold black soul she always has to lay out my undergarments on the roof. Where everyone can see. My parents didn't care. It was only because she's older. We have our little sibling rivalry going on. It was quite fascinating really.

"OH JUST YOU WAIT TIL MOM COMES HOME...JUST YOU WAIT." she threatens.

"Oooh I'm scared." I sarcastically say. My parents never punished me since I was a good girl.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The sound of a truck reversing filled the fun tension in the air. The noise it sounded so close. I crawl off my bed like a ninja so nobody will see me peeking out my window like a weird stalker. I slowly moved my head to see the view out my window. A moving truck. A sweet humble middle aged couple. Phew I don't have to worry about unecessary kids or teenagers. WAIT WHO IS THAT?

I move my face closer to the glass to get a better view. I had to be EXTREMELY quiet too because the window was cracked open.

During this process I inhaled some dust off the window sill making me feel the need to sneeze.

"ACHOOO!" Oops hope they didn't hear. With just my eyes peeking out from the window I see someone. It was the boy. He was staring at me with a cigarette drooping from his fingers with a god making grin. I ducked and hid underneath my bed.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god did that just happen? I'm going to die underneath this bed from embarrassment. Goodbye world wait I wanted to die with my fictional characters in my book.

I crawled from my grave eyeing the window. Why am I expecting him to pop out from the glass? I'm on the third floor of my house. I reached for Fangirl and Dorothy must Die. May I add that it was my fourth time reading these two extraordinary books? Pfff I'm not bragging.

"Hey."

I jumped holding my book like a baby and I was the mother protecting it. Nobody was in my room. Maybe I was hearing things.

"I know you're in there."

My heart stopped. It's like a horror movie. You hear the psychotic voice and the eerie music in the background. Although there were no music playing in real life, some scary ass violin was creeping up on me.

I clutched my books to my chest as I rolled under the bed again. I probably looked like an idiot but whatever. My hand searched for my fluffy white blanket on my bed. Once I felt the softness I pulled it under. I wrapped in it like a burrito. What? I felt pretty damn protected.

I heard a small tap on my desk. A rock came dropping onto the floor. What even is this? Is this the end of the world? Oh man I had so much stuff on my bucket list. A small piece of paper fell shortly after the rock did. A NOTE HELL YES.

I inched out like a catapillar to retrieve the note to save the world. Maybe I read too many books. Ha ha ha. Never. I slowly opened the crinkled note with suspense tingling in my body.

'Bless you ;)'

My cheeks became hot and I tossed the nice but creepy note into the wastecan. Maybe if I take a shower, read a nice chapter, and wait til Brian comes home, I can forget all about this.

I stood under the hot pellets as vanilla bean filled my nostrils. I applied my cocoa shea butter onto my body. Oh no, I forgot to bring my underwear in. Damn you Christina. I wrapped my towel tightly around my body making sure it wouldn't fall during my torturous adventure to the roof.

I opened my door in my bedroom that lead to the balcony. On that balcony my ever loving brother, Brian, built me these stairs that led to the roof. Because I loved reading up there. It was relaxing and it was secluded, sort of.

Okay I can do this. Just pretend you're Trish climbing up the ferris wheel to find the other teams' flag. I climbed up like a dauntless person. Lucky for me it was dark out so nobody is out.

I sat on my roof looking for my black lace underwear. It was cute and surprisingly comfy. I smiled to myself just finding it in the moonlight.

"Hey sneezy stalker."

I froze in my spot. With my underwear in my hand and my eyes wide. This looks bad.

"Nice panties you got there, have a matching bra?"

I awkwardly turned to the deep voice. It was the boy. The boy who moved in next to me.

"Hah this looks bad doesn't it?" I swing the underwear from my index finger. Oh my god stop swinging the vagina cover! So I stopped.

"In my honest opinion, it's a little weird your half naked on the roof with one sock on and an underwear in your hand but I think it going to like this place." He smirks.

"Uh.." I stutter.

"I'm Logan, well goodnight sneezy stalker." He steps on his cigarette smushing it's cancerous poison into the ground.

"My name is Angela not sneezy stalker." I murmur to myself.

He turns around with that god making grin. "It's still sneezy stalker to me." He winks walking back into the house.

With that I ran back into my house with my undies of course. I locked my door and window. Once I got dressed I ran downstairs to find Brian. He was more like a best friend than a brother since we were step siblings.

I stopped at the first step. Whew I'm already tired. I took a few deep breaths. Then I continued to find him. I slammed hard into a chest. Oww.

"What's going on Ang? You never run." He pats my head.

"New boy, next door, sneeze, stalker, underwear, naked, almost died."

"The new boy next door sneezed like a stalker, took off his underwear ended up naked and you being the innocent girl almost died at the sight?"

"Great guess but no."

I explained my whole day including the embarrassing encounter with our new neighbor. He talked about his day. After football practice he helped with some charity and animal shelter. Everyone thought he was some hot jerk but he was actually a down to earth guy. I mean for his 16th birthday he wanted to drive to San Francisco and give food to homeless people for the whole day. I guess society judges too much on looks than what's on the inside.

"Christina, Angela, Brian, the Matthews, our new neighbors, are coming over for dinner tonight, so best behavior." My mom spit those words in my face like acid.

This is going to be one hell of a night.

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