Impossible

CHAPTER 1

"You're such a bastard!" I scream at my mortal enemy while walking home in mud-soaked clothes.

"Aw, come on babe," he sneers driving along beside me in his shiny black car, "don't be like that. It was an accident." He snickers loudly, keeping pace with my fast walking.

My name's Carrigan Knight and my mortal enemy is who I would compare to as Darth Vader. Joker. Any type of clown.

Evan Wilson.

Why exactly do we hate each other? The world may never know. We just, well, do. It sucks, though, because we're neighbors and our families are friends. Ugh.

"Do you need a ride? I mean, we are neighbors, right?" He asks with what I know is a devious smile. I simply give him the finger and keep marching forward. I hate him. With a passion.

"You wish!"

"Shut up." I respond through gritted teeth.

"Make me."

"You are such a child." I huff and turn into my driveway.

I huff, needing to get something out of my system, turn to my right, and run up the spiral stairs straight to my room. Then I let it all out. By screaming at the top of my lungs. I finally stop to take a shower, change into some sweatpants, a t-shirt and throw my hair up in a messy bun. About twenty minutes later, I hear something hitting my window. I quickly shut the book I was reading, walk over to the window and open the white curtains.

"What the hell do you want, Evan?" I yell down to the boy who's sitting on our lawn, throwing stones at my window. Jerk.

"Dang. Someone's pissy." He throws a rock up.

"Well, I mean, it's not like I love being splashed with mud or anything. Especially on the last day of school." I retort. I hear him chuckle. "Seriously though, what do you want?"

"Oh, well my mom got me these tickets for this dinner-show thing and she told me she didn't want me to go with one of the guys." He stops suddenly.

"And?" I push further.

"Shewantedmetoaskyoutogosowillyougowithme?" He says all in a rush. I nearly choke on my own spit.

"Whoa! No. No freaking way. Nothing in the world would make me go with you." I smirk with satisfaction, crossing my arms.

"Fine. I guess I'll just tell everyone about the time when our families went camping together and that chipmunk-" I gasp loudly.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me." He replies crossing his arms. I never, ever, in my life wanted to be alone with that jerk.

"Fine. When is it?" I sigh, walking out onto the balcony and leaning over on the rail.

"Friday at 5:00. It's not really fancy so you can wear jeans or something. Make sure it doesn't clash with your hair." He snickers and runs away as I pat my bright red hair. That boy will be the death of me.

"JUST TO MAKE THIS CLEAR, IT'S NOT A DATE, RIGHT?" Whoa, where'd that come from.

"HELL NO!" I hear him yell back. Good. I see him trying to jump our fence, fail miserably then crash to the ground. Therefore, I burst out laughing.

"SHUT UP!" He yells and runs to his house.

I stay standing on my balcony for a while, then let out a loud sigh. I see Evan in his room, changing his shirt. Sadly, our windows are almost right next to each other. Which basically means you can see whatever goes on in the other's room unless their curtain's closed. However, though I despise his guts, his shirtless self is a pretty good view.

"Hey! Why you watchin' me change?" I hear Evan yell from his room.

"Ha! In your dreams." I yell back, closing my white curtain swiftly. I sigh and pounce onto my aqua and black, zebra-print comforter. Grabbing my phone, I start playing Hillclimb. About 15 minutes pass before I hear my mom telling me to set the table. I rush down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hi, honey. How was your day today?" My mom asks me while cutting up some lettuce and flicking her blonde bangs out of her chocolate brown orbs. A lot of people tell me I look like my dad, but I definitely got my eyes from my mom. My dad is, well, a big guy. He stands at 6'3" and is very built. This being because he used to be in the Navy SEALS. Somehow he's kept that up for almost 20 years.

"Eh, it was okay. Mrs. Greene was a grump as always." Mrs. Greene is a plump, short gray-haired woman in her mid-sixties who has, according to any high school that has had Geometry with her, never smiled. Never. Not once.

I believe it without a doubt in my mind.

"Well isn't that a shocker." She looks up and smiles a warm smile at me, making me automatically grin back at her. I walk over to the cabinets, getting the plates and setting them on the table. I hear the front door open then shut.

"Hey sweet pea! What's your mother cooking tonight?" Dad asks me while giving me a hug. I gladly return the favor.

"Spaghetti and I think we're having salad, too." I reply just as I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I open the text, sent from my big brother, Adam. He's 22, and currently a senior at Burkley.

Hey not gunna b home 4 sup sumthing just came up

I roll my eyes at the text. My brother can come across as a stupid person if you read his texts. Why? Well first, he spells his words in the shortest way possible. And second? His best subject is English. I lock my phone, pick up his plate, and walk it back to the cabinet.

"Where's Adam?" My mom asks, setting a bowl of salad down.

"He just texted me and said something came up." I reply to her, shrugging. She simply nods while my dad eyes the delicious food.

"He told me he and Danielle started planning their wedding a few days ago."

"Aw, they're so cute." I reply, a grin forming on my lips. We all sit down at the table, just as the phone rings.

"Every time!" Dad exclaims, chuckling. A chorus of "Yeah, no, and sure!" echos from the living room. I pick up my tea and take a sip just as dad walks in.

"Great news! The Knight's and Wilson's are taking a family trip to the Rocky Moutains in two weeks!" I literally spew the tea out of my mouth, looking up at the stern look on his face.

"I'm sorry, what?"