The Bad Boy Neighbor

Chapter 5

As soon as I walk in the door I am greeted by the sweet smell of brownies filling the air. I take in a deep breath savoring every second, imagining the soft tender chocolaty goodness. My mom looks at the door with a curious expression on her face, but it changes when she sees me.

"Hi sweetie! How was school today?" She says taking the brownies out of the oven.

"Normal as usual." I say smiling as I walk down the hall towards my room. As I enter my light blue bedroom I am greeted by the clean scent of freshly done laundry. As I guessed there is a neat folded pile waiting for me to put it away on my bed. Then I walk outside to my backyard to a part where nobody can see me. I always wanted a place to be myself, like a place where I could hide out or just be able to let everything that's happened escape my mind and let go. I stand out there talking to myself about what I need to do and how I need to act. Lately I've been slipping, my teenage self is trying to come out and I don't want that. My mom calls me inside for dinner and immediately I go inside obeying her orders.

After dinner I finish my homework and my chores and begin painting a new canvas. Though I am not a huge fan of painting it can sometimes calm me down or relieve stress surprisingly. I don't even know what I'm painting but I guess I was pretty into it because I didn't realize Thomas leaning out his window watching me.

"What you painting?" He asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"I don't know yet." I reply keeping focus on the canvas. "Just letting the brush do the hard work."

"Spoken like a true painter." He sighs.

"I'm not a painter. Just trying to relive stress." I say taking a glance at him. We make eye contact for a few seconds but after we break and I continue to focus on my painting.

"You want something to relive stress?" He asks with a mischievous expression on his face.

"Why do you ask?" I question giving him a puzzled look.

"Because you're going to follow me." He says hopping out of his window. Luckily my house is only a one story.

"What no!" I stutter running my hand through my hair. "I can't leave! I'll get in trouble!" I tell him. All he does is give me a look and points his finger down in front of him at the ground.

"Either you come out here or I come in there. Which would you prefer?" He argues with a serious expression dominate in his eyes. I sigh and climb out of my window making sure to be quiet.

"Ok, now where are we going?" I ask looking at him straight in the eyes with an aggravated tone.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." He says happy with himself. We continue walking into the dark night sky, a dim light hangs on a pole flickering on and off. I stop, evaluating the area around me. There are no more street lights so it's pitch black. I feel a hand grab mine and I shudder by the touch. The hand drags me into the back of an abandoned house. "I remember this place, it was so old that nobody wanted to live in it, so they just let it rot." I say as Thomas walks in and shuts the door.

"Turn on the light on your phone." He says his voice calm.

"Don't you have your own phone?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows, though there was really no point because it was still pitch black.

"No you'll see soon enough that my parents are very strict, well only my step dad." He says a hint of anger in his voice. I take out my phone and turn on the light. As soon as I do I see Thomas standing a little too close to me. I instantly back away a couple inches. No wonder his voice sounded so clear.

"This place is awesome, how'd you find it?" I asked looking around. You could definitely tell that this place was abandoned because everything was dustier than ever and there was nothing but furniture in here, no decorations or anything. Though there was furniture it was the really old and raggy type.