The Brothers Next Door

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

I was going to be late. Rushing, I threw on my grey and black plaid skirt, an oxford, and my black leather jacket with my black pumps. I pulled my long brown hair up into a high pony tail. Then I quickly put some black eyeliner on, mascara, and my favorite soft pink lip gloss. I grabbed my tote bag with all my notebooks and things in it. Then I ran down the steps.

            My mother wasn’t here because she had to go to work early, but I noticed she left me a bagel on the kitchen table. I quickly grabbed it and stuffed it in my mouth. Then I grabbed my car keys by the door and got into my car, throwing my stuff in the back. I headed off to school.

            I arrived in the nick of time. The bell was ringing as I reached my first class on the first day of my last year in high school. History was first and I walked into class relieved to find that the teacher hadn’t arrived yet. I scanned the classroom to see if any of my friends were here and spotted Chelsea waving at me. She looked like her normal bubbly blonde bombshell self with her hair curled to perfection and flawless tanned skin. I smiled and started walking towards her. A few people from the class greeted me and I waved at them as I walked past.

            As I slowly made my way to the seat next to Chelsea, I noticed someone familiar sitting in front of the seat I was headed to. It was Clark. He noticed me looking at him and stared at me.

            “Hi Clark.”

“Hey.” He continued staring at me. “You look different.”

“You, on the other hand, look like you just rolled out of bed.” I took in his appearance. His hair was slicked back again and he had left his facial hair and didn’t shave which took away from his cuteness and made him look even nerdier if that was even possible because the sweater vest, tie and khakis were already doing a tremendous job. “If you need any help or anything, just let me know okay.” I said as I sat down.

            “Thanks.” He said politely.

            Chelsea tapped my soldier.

            “Who’s that?” She asked.

            “One of my new neighbors.” I said.

            She looked at him, thoughtfully. “That’s not the one I spoke to over the phone is it?”

            “No. He’s the older brother.”

            “Hmm. He’s kind of cute. Did you guys . . .” She made an obscene gesture with her hands. “Or was it with the other brother? Or both?” I put my head in my hands, embarrassed and frustrated.           

             “Nothing went on yesterday. I swear. Clark, can you help me out here?”