My Teen Story

Chapter 4

The funny thing about us moving to California is that we came right before winter break. So I still have another week till school starts seeing as how we have 2 weeks off. Good thing about California though, it doesn't get super cold during the winter. But, work doesn't give winter breaks, so I spend most of the day alone at home. Doesn't seem like our neighbors are home much though. Hey, I'm not a stalker, I'm just observant. I've seen Jay come home late at nights and sometimes a woman either early in the morning or late at night. She doesn't seem like she's home much. God, I have really got to get out of our neighbors business. I should not know this, nor care. Which in fact don't.

And I guess I should tell you that the first day I met Jay was sadly not my last encounter. I've seen him a couple times outside or leaving  when I'm out there. I only actually participated in a conversation once or twice. He's still an ass of course but he's not all that bad. Wait why do I even bother, yes he is. But I need to stop thinking about this dude so much. He's my neighbor not my long lost secret twin. 

I was blasting some radio station and vacuum-dancing in my white tanktop and short light purple shorts. Yeah, it was one of those days. I decided that I should get up and be productive today. I'm home alone for the next 5 hours until Ryan and Mom get home at 5 so might as well clean the house. Pfft, what am I talking about, in a couple minutes I'll end up lounging on the couch watching Netflix for the rest of the day until one of my parents get home. Me, productive? No.

"You look comfy." A deep voice said. I jumped at least 3 feet and turned around to see a pair of ocean blue eyes and an arrogant smirk. I quickly turned off the vacuum and my bluetooth speaker as I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me. I was not visitor dressed. He laughed and shook his head before closing the door and making his way to the kitchen. Of course I follow in suit.

"What are you doing in my house?" I asked. He opened a cupboard and quickly closed it with a grimace. That was my mom's healthy diet cupboard. Yes, it's a thing. He opened another one just to find breakfast things. He closed that one too and then opened our snack cupboard. A smile appeared on his face as he pulled down a bag of nutter butters while I just stood across the island waiting for an answer. Specifically as to why this jerk was raiding our food.

"You'll never guess who I ran into this morning while saying goodbye to my mom." He said chirpily as he grabbed a glass and walked to our fridge to pull out milk. He acted as if this was his home. Who does that? I don't go barging into other people's houses and start going through their kitchen. That's just weird and rude. "Your mom!" He answered. My jaw dropped. He didn't. No. "You might want to close that before some pervert gets the wrong idea." He told me. I scrunched my nose in disgust but listen to him anyway. Why in the hell did this guy just say that? Who says that kind of thing?

"Unfortunately for me, I already have one in my kitchen." I fire back as he finishes pouring his milk and replaces the jug back to the fridge. He takes a sip and then looks at me amused.

"Honey I'm not a pervert."

"No, you're just a man-whore. Right?" I say quickly after him. He freezes with the glass a few centimeters before his lips. I started to feel naked as he kept staring at me. Was there something on my face? Oh my god, is my mascara running? He drops the glass from his mouth and walks towards me. I feel a knot growing at the pit of my stomach as he walks toward me. Is he mad I called him a whore. Oh my god, this is where I'm going to die. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my parents though. He approaches me with a smile on his face but walks past me. I sigh in relief. I am so over dramatic sometimes. I have got to work on that sometime.

"I like you. You're funny. Anyways," He starts then places his milk on the coffee table and plops down on the couch with a thwump! "I ran into your mom and we started talking and I told her how my mom was going to be stuck at the hospital all day and she told me... that you were going to be alone all day too and that if I wouldn't mind, she would love it if I would pop by to make sure things were okay and that I could even stay so we wouldn't both be all alone. She's a very nice lady." He explains with a very amused smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and grab at the vacuum to put it away. Unfortunately I have to unwrap myself in the blanket to do so. Sometimes I hate my mother's overly nice attitude. I wrap up the chord and throw it in the closet. When I'm done, I come back and he's already finished his cookies and milk.

"Did you actually taste any of that? It seems like you just inhaled it." I ask as I return into the livingroom. He licks his fingers for any crumbs, dry them on his jeans, and then leans back on the couch. He starts to glance around the room and when it lands on me, he smiles.

"I have an idea. Go upstairs and change into something more, decent." He tells me quickly as he spreads his arms across the back of our couch. I plop down onto an armchair within great distance of where he is sat. He is still a stranger and I feel uncomfortable with him in my home.

"Why?"

"Well, while I'm all for your cute little pj's, the rest of the town may find it a little inappropriate." He tells me. I look down and pull the blanket off the back of this armchair.. I glare at him before getting up and walking to the stairs. "Be quick." He instructs as I walk up the stairs rolling my eyes. If he thinks I'm getting dressed, he's got another thing coming. Of course I'm going to get dressed but only because I'm uncomfortable in my choice of clothes around him at the moment.

I walk into my room and close the door. I lock it and throw the blanket on the handle just in case he gets any ideas. I start rummaging through my closet to find a decent outfit but I don't know what to wear. I don't want anything revealing, cause I know he'll make some comment on it. Then again he's probably going to hit on you anyways. I grab a pair of light blue jeans and a thin light and slightly oversized white sweater. I look into the big mirror on my dresser and check my outfit. This looks ok. Not too huge for it to be gross but not too tight to show off everything. I nod and then walk downstairs. Jay is still sprawled on our couch and I turn into the living room and sit back down in the armchair. I bring up one knee and wrap my arms around it and clear my throat. He quickly glances at me before getting up, clapping and walking out the living room.

"Great, let's go." He says and heads for the door. I remain sitting. He opens the door and turns back and then realizes that I haven't gotten up. He looks back into the living room and then sighs before closing the door and leaning on the doorframe of the living room. "When someone says let's go, that usually means to get up and go outside cause you're about to go somewhere." He explains to me as if I was 4. I roll my eyes again, this guy is going to give me eye damage with all of this eye rolling. I stay glued to my seat and he huffs in frustration.

"Is this about me coming in to your house? Look I'm sorry but I did knock you know? You're music was probably too loud to hear it though. There i apologized, now can we go?"

"I don't even know you. I'm not getting into a car with you. How do I know you're not going to kidnap me and take me to some evil lair where you'll stuff me in a basement and keep me there on the brink of death because of the small food rations and dehydration." I say in depth. He looks at me like I'm crazy before sighing and spinning on his heel annoyed.

"You really over think things don't you?" He asks me in a dead tone yet I still sit there staring at him seriously. He huffs and runs a hand through his hair before looking back at me. "Trust me, I'm not going to kidnap you. I won't even touch you ok? Now let's go." He tells me and gestures to the door. I bite the left side of my lip as I think about all the possible things that could go wrong. I sigh, I really do overthink way too much. It's a new start, I need to be more courageous and out there. Have fun and not overthink every little thing. I stand up and put on my white converse and then follow Jay to his big black truck. I'm really hoping I didn't make the wrong decision by agreeing to go with him.

So what do you think of the new changes so far? This chapter? Let me know and please comment and vote. Don't have a lot to say right now so going to end this here. Love ya!

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