My Big, Bad Neighbor

Chapter Two

I made a SUPER awesome (not to boast or anything, I'm just super proud for once) new cover for this story, as you've probably seen and I don't think I could've made a better cover for this story.

Obviously Kelly (ideally) is on the left and Sam (also ideally) is on the right with a lip piercing just as I imagined him! Woo! I'm proud lol

Okay, now enjoy the chapter! Sorry for wasting your time at this point!

Chapter Two
Kelly's POV

I trudge out of school with Emma who is trying to convince me that my thoughts on Sam are just insane.

But calling him an asshole is a pretty good explanation in my opinion.

"But I just don't think he-" Emma begins just as we see him walking across the school grounds to his motorcycle. He looks up from his motorcycle as he puts leather gloves on and he must notice I'm watching him because he smirks and then looks back down at his hands to finish with his gloves.

"Did he just smirk at you?" Emma looks at me in astonishment.

"That's his inner fuckboy." I say with a nod.

"Hey! He doesn't look like a fuckboy." Emma says, watching him, looking for any of the 'universal signs.'

Normally, a "fuckboy" is a boy-- shocker, I know-- who obviously wants anything to do with sex. Most ask for nudes or straight out sex and they are almost always in denial of their designated title. Lots of them are jocks, but most are druggies at our school.

And Sam is definitely a bad boy. No doubt about it. He screams rebellious teenager. The type of kid parents fear to have because there's no controlling them.

Based off of his pervertedness, he is definitely deserving of the title of "fuckboy."

"He definitely is one." I say while I continue to watch him cautiously. He puts on sunglasses and then starts the motorcycle, a loud roar sounding throughout the front of the school.

"Stop staring." Emma scolds and nudges me. I quickly look away in distaste.

"This year is going to be terrible."

Emma looks at me before she speaks. "After just one day you're going to judge it so poorly? Why are you sounding like Eeyore?"

"Oh, bother." I quote in a depressed tone. But then I get serious. "Because I'm pretty sure it will. With Sam around, he's making it really hard to do anything without him bothering me."

"I'm going to sound like your mom," she says and I groan. It's going to be a lecture, no doubt. "But you should just try and ignore him as best you can. I mean if you do, then maybe he'll leave you alone. If not, you can always report him to Principal Jenkins and she'll take care of it."

I shrug. "I don't know. I guess I'll have to see how this year plays out. I'm just not having a good feeling."

"Well cheer up!" Emma elbows me.

We make it to Emma's black convertible and climb in. The top is up due to the chill this morning, but it's about eighty degrees out and she puts the top down.

As Emma pulls out of the parking space, she hands me my extra pair of sunglasses that I keep in her car and I put them on.

She drives to the exit of the parking lot and her car gets plenty of stares. It really is a nice car.

Her family is pretty wealthy. Emma's father is a world renowned brain surgeon who has a rate of mortality as low as 20% with his patients. He travels everywhere to help people and therefore generates a very sustainable revenue for their family. Not to mention, Emma's mother is an interior designer for millionaires. Yes, millionaires.