Accidentally In Love

Chapter 2: Protection

Later...

I think we've all wanted to litterly kill our siblings sometimes. You know, as long as you can bring them back to life though. That is how I felt when Truett gave my dad a very fake, very detailed story about me talking to neighbor guy.

Lifes just great, isn't it?

At the end though, my dad finally believed that his antisocial daughter would never do such things Truett spoke of. So I was only in trouble for maybe 10 minutes. My grandma is actually the one that mainly got him off my tail though. In an offending way, but at least I'm alive. She told him that I don't have the guts to flirt with a dude so there is no possible way I almost lost my virginity to one in the neighbors driveway.

Currently, I am reminiscing from the day as I blast Bon Jovi through my earphones while unpacking more stuff. I should probably go to sleep though considering- what the heck.

My eyes widen when I see neighbor boy in his room through my window, half-naked while reading a book. I'm not even entirely sure he remembers I can see him but...dang.

I accidentally stare at neighbor boy a little too long. He's got a body, that's for sure. I don't think I've ever actually seen abs in person. He doesn't have full-blown chiseled as heck abs but they're there.

You can very obviously see the muscles in his biceps, and his large hands even look muscular as they engulf the book he reads. His hair is slightly flipped over his face.

...

Oh my God. I'm a creep. What am I doing???

Before I can continue gawking, thankfully he makes movement. Neighbor guy seems to snort at something he reads in the book before closing it and setting it down on his desk. He proceeds to stretch his arms above his head, stretching his neck back and giving me weird feelings in the process. I don't believe I've ever seen a guy quite like him. That's for sure.

Neighbor boy disappears to another part of the room a second later, and his lights go off. Darn...

Wait.

That's good. Yes. Yes. No gawking at the stereotypical badboy next door.

Or is he?

And that's the writer in me coming out.

I let out a long breath, tossing down some clothes I was putting up onto the floor. I give up. I need sleep. Plus...I have to finish unpacking tomorrow. And then following tomorrow I have my first day at a new school.

Oh, almost forgot some important information. You know how I'm introverted right? Well HA, I still have friends! Well...one, but that's still a lot for me.

My bestest friend since the 3rd grade has been a young lady-fellow named Tatum Singleton. I met her at a barbeque when I was in the 3rd grade, and we've been best friends ever since. And now I get to go to her school!

I can't say things have been the best between Tatum and I though, the last few months. She's kinda...changed. An example: We went out to eat together a few weeks ago, over here in Briarwood. We wound up running into her friends, Jasemine and Sophie. I've heard nothing but great things about them. Yet, when we seen them they made fun of me and Tatum just stood there. She laughed it off, even though I could tell she knew it was wrong. That was a bad day for me. You're probably wondering why I didn't just stand up for myself. But I just don't see the point on wasting my time with people like them. So I was internally laughing but also upset at Tatum the whole time they made fun of me.

Anywho, hopefully things will be different at this new school. At least I hope.

The Next Day...