The Jerk Next Door

WARNING: Beginning might be a little overdone but I promise it'll have more twists and OMG! moments later on :) After all, I don't like predictable-ness :D

[Chapter 1]

The main problem with moving is trying to fit in again after finally being accepted at my old school after three years. Parents, though, never understand this. They always say the same old thing over and over again and those come into the terms of, "You'll be fine, you'll find lots of new friends in Pennsylvania." 

So as I'm staring at the house in front of me, my mom is trying to cheer me up. My mom had this great idea to move after the divorce from my dad was finalized. Unfortunately, my father decided to be extremely cliche and have an affair with her secretary--yes, hers. 

So when she found out it wasn't pretty. She kicked dad out the house and filed for divorce papers a day after. I heard dad is still with the secretary and they're living together.

"Casey, I promise you'll love it here! I mean, you're outgoing and approachable I'm sure you'll make lots of friends," mom says looking down at me with a wide grin in her face.

The second thing with parents is that they know nothing about you. Outgoing? I had the same three friends since eighth grade after Isabella Dion spread a nasty rumor about me after accidentally spilling chocolate pudding in the back of her jeans during lunch. If you ask me that was really immature, everyone could tell I spilled and it was an accident.

I roll my eyes and begin hauling both my giant luggage bags inside the house. The first thing I notice is that it's huge. And empty. And depressing. 

"Where's my room?" I ask turning around to face my mom.

"The first room to the left of the hallway. You'll love it, I promise!" she smiles at me, drops her suitcase and walks toward a room, leaving me completely alone. I position both cases in my hands and begin to haul them up the stairs. I open the suitcase with my clothes and take out a sweatsuit. I had already undressed when I heard a click from outside.

Confused and dazed I turn toward the sound and see a boy from across my window holding up a camera. In a haze I frantically pull the sweatshirt over my head and run to the window. The boy is now leaning against his windowsill and twirling his camera between his fingers. His window is far enough from mine that if I try to lean over I'd fall but I swear if I could I'd strangle him.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shriek at him.

"Working on my photography skills," he turns the camera and shows me the picture. My back is to the camera and I'm only in my bra and panties, I'm positioning my shirt, ready to throw it over my head. 

"That's illegal," I hiss, glaring at him. His lips curl up, revealing the dimples on his cheeks. His dark eyes look mischievously at me.

"You're the one that decided to put on a strip show without putting on curtains." he says, mocking me with the picture by shaking it up and down. 

Pissed, I take off my sneaker and hurl it at his face but my aim is too low and it hits his arms. As a reaction, his hands jerk and the camera falls out his hands. The boy watches in horror as the camera hits the ground and splits into little tiny pieces.

"Now, we're even," I smile, shutting the window and tugging the string of the white blinds. If I have to live next to that freak then mom better start looking for another house A.S.A.P.

I turn and finally get a good look at my room. It's three times the size of my old bedroom, and that one was pretty small. Plus, the walls are already painted a light lavender color, my favorite. I open my suitcase and begin to take out all my clothes, folding them neatly in a pile next to my bed.

"Casey, come down please! We have guests!" I hear my mom's voice shout from downstairs.

Guests? What guests could we possibly have, we just got here! Confused, I send the three of them away and shut my laptop. I check myself in the mirror of the closet before going down. My mascara is a little smudged and there are stray hairs coming out my blond ponytail. Shrugging, I turn away and walk down the stairs. It's not like I'm walking down the runway.

"Casey," mom points to the people, "These are our next door neighbors, they've come to say hello." She holds up a pan, "And they've brought pie!"

As I reach the bottom of the stairs the woman who was standing next to my mom immediately envelopes me in a hug, "She's the prettiest thing!"

"Thank you?" I say awkwardly, hugging her back.

The man next to her steps up and shakes my hand, "I'm Kevin Joel and this is my wife, Patricia. Nice to meet you."

"I still didn't see the bathroom," a male voice says coming out the kitchen. His shadow arrives before him and when he comes into view my mouth drops.

It's the same boy from the window, the one that took my picture. His hands are in his pocket as he frowns in frustration. My mom gives him a sorry look, "I'm sure my daughter, Casey, can show you the one upstairs." 

He finally turns and looks at me, his eyes are wide in shock for a moment before a mischievous glint over takes them. His lips pull up in a smirk as he looks me up and down. Finally he says, "Oh, well hello Casey. I don't believe we've met."

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