The Boy Next Door

Chapter One

Brittany Irwin
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Before you decide to be an asshole and judge this book by its cover and title, I'd like for you to just sit down and wait. Why? Because this is partially my story, and I have decided to tell it how I want to. Or, we've decided to tell our story how we want to.

I came to this small town in Texas when I was about 17, in the middle of my junior year. Of course, I wasn't happy about it. To me, Texas was that homophobic, Christian uncle that still has confederate flags around his house. Which is undyingly true, because about fifteen minutes past the Texas border I saw a house with a confederate flag with a sign saying "The South Will Rise Again!". Great.

I guess I had to move to Texas some time, though. My mom lives here, and I've always preferred living with her and my step dad over my pretentious father and step mother. Who I officially call, Step Monster. I live with my dad and step monster, along with my two younger brothers and little sister. Needless to say, the two day drive was complete hell. Ashley is the youngest, she's about 7 months old. I have no idea why they decided to have another child. I will be like, thirty years old once Ashley has turned 13. Nevertheless, she's my favorite.

My two younger brothers are actually half brothers, they're actually offsprings of the she-demon. Colby is 14, and he's alright I guess. He makes Pokémon puns a lot, so that sums up his personality. Riley is 12, and an idiot. He's probably that kid who sits in the back of class reading stories about dragon-people.

They made the trip a living hell. Constantly arguing and making Ashley cry, and when she cries it's not just normal whines and tears, it's screaming and kicking and ear piercingly horrible. I love my sister, mostly because when she cries she's just exploiting my inner monologue, but man she can make someone's ears bleed.

Still, we got home in one piece. Today was Monday, and that meant I had to go to the school that my dad enrolled me in. For my luck, this school was the school that my cousin used to go to, and he still comes here for theatre arts shit. His name's Gabe, he's really tall and he's in college now.

My first day at the school was... okay. I wasn't exactly ecstatic that the school mascot was an Indian, especially since they meant Native Americans. But I guess calling them Native Americans didn't seem to click with the tongue. I remember I walked into the new school through the office doors, it was in the morning and people hung around the hallways before class. I remember the squeak of sneakers and everyone talking, conversations mixed together.

The thing I do remember the most was that my first day, I had worn a beanie to school. Mostly because it was freezing whatever, but it went with my outfit as well. So, this dude came up behind me and pinched my beanie with his fingers and lifted it off.

"I don't know who you are, but we're not allowed to wear hats, kid." This tall, lean guy looked down at me.

He smirked, twirling my hat around his pointer finger. "I'm not a kid," I retorted, snatching back my beanie and shoving it in my backpack pocket. "I'm a junior, jackass."

The guy raised his eyebrows and he clicked his tongue. "That so, huh?"

Great... was this the cliche white guy that was my high school lover? I'd seen the movies, I knew the story line, he couldn't be the one to ruin my definition of love. I glared up at him, inspecting his eyes; dark brown.

I saw a hand clasp on the guy's shoulder, a dark haired tall guy stood beside him. He looked down at me, I noticed he had dark circles under his eyes like he had stayed up for five months without a lick of sleep. New guy was a little shorter than this other dude, his hair was brown and messy.

"Charlie, let's go. I don't want you getting in an argument with Keller again." He said, his voice was groggy and obviously this guy needed some sleep.