Demon Slayer

Can It Get Any Worse?

Jezzabelle POV

Not going to lie. My life may seem awesome but it's not okay? Okay. Now let's recap. I just found out that my mortal enemy (Blaze Colton) is my new neighbor. I can handle him at school, but when it comes to the sactuary I call my neighborhood, I draw the line. UGH! Can someone take a loaded gun and shoot me now!? No? Damnitt! You may say that "I'm over reacting" or "it's not that big of a deal" but you don't know Colton like I do. He's a grade 'A' jackass and player. Now, I know it seems like I'm saying this because I like him (which I don't) but what I'm saying is true fact.

"Belle! There's a boy here to see you!" My little (she's two years younger than me) sister Genivie yelled from her room. I got off my laptop and pulled on some dark wash jeans.

I pulled my unruly blonde tresses into a messy (but still cute) bun and put a batman shirt on. Yes, I lounge around in MY room, in my bra and underwear. Why you may ask, cause I can. I put on some black flip-flops and walked downstairs to the living room where the devil himself sat looking all "high and mighty" in his dreams.

"Why are you at my house on Saturday morning Colton?" I asked sitting in my dad's black leather recliner. It's his favorite seat in the whole house other than the bed.

"I can't speak to my favorite neighbor?" He aske feining innocence that was lost sevral years ago. Yeah he went from adorable to demon child that quickly.

"Not when I hate the sight of your face." I said smiling and 'booping' his nose. I hate him that much.

"That hurt Jesse, a lot." He put his hand over his heart mocking hurt feelings. That don't exist anymore.

"Just get out so I can enjoy my Saturday on Facebook and Twitter." I pinched the bridge of my nose. I do that when I have a headache. I pointed to the wood door and looked at him.

"I don't wanna." He whined like the baby he is. UGH! This boy will make me kill him before it's even noon! I just stormed upstairs to my room and slammed my door.

I sat on my black canopy bed and put my laptop back on my lap. I'll just ignore him until he leaves. But that means I have to be down there to see when he leaves. UGH! I brung my laptop, iPod, and headphones down to the living room where Colton was smirking as he watched me. I rolled my eyes and sat back in the recliner. I put my favorite playlist on and blasted it while going through my Facebook page. I saw Colton's lips moving but didn't hear a thing. I'm a genius, *mentally high fives self*. He probably doesn't even notice I'm not paying attention to his nonsense. I heard the door open and I looked up to see my parents smiling and laughing about who knows what. I took out my headphones and paused my favorite song (I Write Sins Not Tragidies, by Panic! At The Disco).

"Hi mommy, hi daddy." I said smiling at my parents, I looked more like my mom with blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, pale-ish skin, crooked smile, and well, uh developed.

"Hello Mister and Misses Minx." Colton said smiling...AT ME! One: who knew he had any maners what so ever? And two: WHY IS HE SMILING AT ME?! I mentally gagged

"Hi baby girl. Now why are you sitting in my chair?" I smiled and forced Colton out the door. Best acompplishment ever!