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I hate studying. It's literally the worst. We have a huge math test tomorrow that I have to study for. I decided to play some music. I mean who can blame me. Who cares about calculus. If you just said me, I hate you. It's the worst. Anyway, Elastic Heart, by Sia, started playing. I hummed along and continued with my stupid calculus. I also have a new episode of Dance Moms to watch, speaking of Sia. I feel my phone vibrate next to me. I look down to see a message from my mom.
Hey love bug! I have to work late again tonight! I'm so sorry. Make sure to study for your calculus test tomorrow! A new family is moving in next door so they might drop in. Just the mother, Alaina, though. Just be friendly please. Love you! See you when I get home!
Great, mom is working late. Again. Looks like I'm here alone. Eyes Wide Open, by Sabrina Carpenter, began to play and I immediately began singing. I love this song.
Gonna keep my eyes wide open. Bless this ground, unbroken. I'm about to make my way, heaven help me keep my faith. Eyes wide open.
I dance around the room like a maniac and belt my heart out. I have a terrible voice but I still love music with a passion. Especially this song. I feel like it was made for me. I wish. I look out the window and see a beautiful woman getting out of the front of their car. I see her open the back door and pull out a little girl, who looks about three, and carry her inside. I then see a guy get out of the car. Then I saw his face. I did not want to see that face. Alex Hayes. The player. The one I never wanted to see. I didn't ever want him to look at me, at school. I was to scared I was going to fall for his bad boy charm. I open the window slightly. It is really stuffy in here. Or maybe it's just me. Anyway, I watch him walk inside and I draw my attention back to my calculus book.
I stare at the equations on the page and feel like the dumbest person alive. I see the light from the house next to us flick on. Focus on calculus, Brooklyn. It's probably the little girls room. Or even maybe the mom's. My hope flies out the cracked window when I hear the doorbell ring. So it's not the mom's room. I run downstairs to answer the door.
" Hi," I greet.
" Hi, I'm Alaina and this is Ellie," Alaina says, motioning to the little girl in here arms.
" Hi, I'm Brooklyn. Sorry my mom isn't home at the time,"
" Oh that's fine. I'll talk to her tomorrow. Nice meeting you Brooklyn," With that I close the door. I go back upstairs to my room. I hear Something Big, by Shawn Mendes start. I start belting again.
Something big I feel it happening, out of my control, pushing pulling and it's grabbing me, feel it in my bones like, oh!
I dance and sing and fangirl all around my room. Who cares about calculus. Then Uncover, by Zara Larsson starts. I sit down. I listened to this song after my dad died. I sang along. I wipe away a stray tear as I sing. I finish out the song.
" Hey," I hear someone call. I scream and slip. I fall against the window.
" Jesus" I say. This guy gave me a freaking heart attack. Sadly, I know that voice. Alex Hayes. The dreaded voice. The voice I hoped I would never have to here again.
" You okay there, princess," He called me princess. He called me princess. Does he call all the girls that or just me. Okay, my cheeks are a little pink. Just don't say anything and maybe he will leave me alone.
" What's your name, princess," He asks. Damn it. Can't this guy take a hint. I have to focus on this calculus test. I can't be distracted, right. He's so hot though. Damn you Alex Hayes.
" Not princess, so stop calling me that," I growl. Play it cool. Be yourself. Want To Want Me, by Jason Derulo, comes on. My body is pushing me to start dancing. I really want to. Come on Brooklyn, resist it. I lean over the window a little. Let's make him want to want me.
" Then what is it, princess," He taunts. I can see it. He wants it. His eyes begin to drop. Maybe I am just dreaming. I am the farthest thing from pretty. What would Alex Hayes want with me.
" Brooklyn and you," I am slightly annoyed with him, but what else can I ask for. He took an interest in me, right? That counts, right?
" Alex, but you knew that, didn't you," He smirks. Ugh. Just now Bright, by Echosmith comes on. I want to sing really bad. Come on resist.
" You want to sing," He says. How the hell did he find out. Come on hold it in, Brooklyn. Come on.
" No I don't," I deny. Maybe he'll buy it. I secretly pray that he'll buy it. Why would he want to here me sing. I suck. I am not talented whatsoever. Why would Alex Hayes want me.
" Yeah you do, you also have the most gorgeous voice I have ever heard. Not to mention your dancing and how gorgeous you are," Elatstic Heart plays again.
" Okay, not true, I have to practice now," I say closing the window. I begin dancing. I move around the small floor space best I can. I do my side aerial into my split. The I back roll and pull myself off the wood floor. I do 8 turns and a leap, finishing off my routine. I turn around to see Alex, staring through the window. I pull the curtains shut and head downstairs to greet my mom. Alex Hayes is back. And he lives next door.
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