Macy's pov
We are moving, again.
Well it's not like I can control what we do.
Mom got a promotion, which means a new location, new house, new school and of course, I'll be the new girl.
New neighbours, oh please don't let it be a girly girl.
When we get to the house, I grab the first thing I find and run inside to choose a room. It's a huge house, marble floors,spiraling stairs, and all our furniture is here already. I rush up the stairs and choose the biggest room at the end of the narroe hallway.
I start unpacking and when I've gotten everything in place, I flop down on my bed.
I check the time and it is nearly twelve. Just as I start dozing of I think, this is going to be hard.
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I wake up to hear something hit against my window. I get up and check to see who, or what it is. It's the neighbour's kid. He looks around my age, calling me to go outside.
I just throw on some shorts and a t-shirt and go down the stairs.
" wow. Didn't expect you to be that hot. Guess I'm in luck, aren't I?"
" shut up dork face. What do you want?"
"Now that is no way to greet a friend. I just wanted to see who has the pleasure of being my neighbour."
I only now looked at his appearance. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, the perfect jawline and muscular body.
I look back up and he was smirking.
"Like what you see, dollface?"
"Never in a million years. What's your name, by the way."
"Jack Morganson. And you, dollface?"
"Macy Green."
"Well, Macy Green, hope I see you again."
"Hope so." I muttered under my breath.
And so I walked home with his voice effortlessly curling around my name, still ringing in my ears.
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