The Bad Boy Is My Neighbor

Mystery Encounter

I'm so irritated with all this loud banging coming from next door disrupting my precious, oh so precious sleep. God if Stephen's having another party I swear I'm going to personally make sure he never sees the light of day ever again.

Ugh, who am I kidding, I'd never do that. Innocent little Giselle Adams never gets into trouble. Unlike Mr.Badass Stephen Bradley who practically lives for trouble. Actually I can be a lot more daring than you think, you know, once every, I don't know, 500 years? Super badass, I know.

The truth is, my mother would kill me if I ever dared to do anything even the slightest bit crazy. She cares too much about her "image" and how she looks to her Women's Club and her fancy smancy business partners. She's sells houses and is always traveling for work related things I don't pay much attention to. And she's always bragging about how my older sister Megan is such a role model and how she has the perfect grades and all that stuff to impress her friends blah blah blah. Megan only comes and visits every now and then from college. But my mother and I barely ever have a conversation without her bringing up how I should be like Megan and how I should work harder. I honestly have decent grades, but it's just never enough..

My dad left us when i was 4. My mother doesn't like talking about it so we never bring it up. But it doesn't matter to me anymore, if he didn't care about us, I won't care about him.

That's when the banging continues louder this time, almost as if it were...

"MMMWRRHM!!" I let out a muffled scream under someone's hand. Oh god. Oh god. This can't be happening. I can't be kidnapped. Not now, I still have a life left to live. I have to go to college. I have to get a job. I haven't met Harry Styles yet. I can't die now.. I let out more muffled screams throughout my dark room, I could barely see anything, except a tall figure standing holding me down.

I can't help but notice how heavenly this stranger smells.. Woooohh I could smell this scent forever... Smells of cologne mixed with a personal scent that is driving me insane. Who is this person and why do they smell so God-like??! I could smell this mystery persons scent everyday for the rest of  life in all honesty...

Oh God! Now's not the time to be daydreaming about smelling this stranger who could possibly be an axe-murder !?!!

A plan, I need a plan...

Ugh where's my mother when you need her?! Crap she's always been a heavy sleeper.

At this moment my thoughts are taking over my brain and I keep repeating the same thing over and over in my mind.

I'm going to die. I am going to die.
It's simple, I am going to die.

Nobody's going to save me and I'm gonna get kidnapped and I am going to die and no one will ever know what happened to me.

I let out a few more muffled screams as loud as I possibly could. But when I realize that genius plan obviously wasn't working I decide to bite the kidnappers hand, as hard as I possibly can, hoping to distract them and run away before they try and kill me.

3... 2... 1...!

As soon as I bite the strangers hand, it immediately lets go of me and I run to the door but stop when I hear it say a few curses but can only make out the words "Fucking shit.. Giselle" as it holds its hand, as I switch on the lights to see who this murderer is, as I wonder how it knew my name.

"Stephen" I gasp as I realize what I've just done to Lakewood Highschool's most popular bad boy. Yup, I'm screwed for life.

But since when did he know my name? And how'd he get into my room?

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A/N sorry this chapters really short guys... I've got school tomorrow, but I hope you're enjoying the story so far..

Feel free to comment any suggestions or ideas or anything you'd like to see in the next chapter!

Thanks for reading loves! - Farisha