The Boy Next Door//Bad Boy

School

I've always been the girl, who's apart from everybody else. I've never had a best friend. Only some friends that I hang out with in school but that's pretty much it. I live in a small town in Canada which is  (AND NO WE DO NOT LIVE IN IGLOOS) called Pickering Ontario, it's not much, but it's my home. I've always lived here. I love the scenery, the pine trees are the only trees alive in winter which just makes everything beautiful. In the summer, the grass is so green and a fresh breeze comes by once in a while. I wouldn't change anything about it. My house is white, kinda old but that's what makes it so pretty and cozy.
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I wake up to the sound of a big truck breaking.
The birds stop singing for a slight second but continue their chants a few instants later. I get out of bed still in my pyjamas and drag myself down stairs, my long brown hair still unbrushed.
"Mom what's going on outside"
She looks up from the lettuce and ham sandwich she was making for my lunch.
"Oh I just think the new neighbours got here"
I look up at her confused, she can tell I'm still tired and confused, so she just smiles at me and points outside the window. I see a huge truck, who was just starting to get unpacked.
"Do they have any children?" I ask.
My mom looks out the window as well and shrugs slightly "I don't know". She goes back to my sandwich and puts it in my lunch box.
Great. I just love sandwiches you know, I've had them since kindergarten, I'm not tired of them at all. (I'm sarcastic).
I go back upstairs, since it's like the end of May and it's about 7:00 the sun is pretty bright. I enter my room and the hot sun hits my face, slightly warming me up. I decide to wear normal skinny high waist jeans, slightly torn around then knee area. With those jeans, I decide to put a strap shirt (a normal shirt but instead of normal sleeves they're little straps that pass on your shoulder) black. Since my school thinks that's inappropriate I have to put a flannel on top. I get into my bathroom and brush my hair, then I put it in a pony tail. I get closer to the mirror and look at my face, I personally think my face without makeup is horrible, so I apply concealer, mascara and a little bit of eyeliner.
" Jenn your bus is about to arrive"
Shit, yes true, it's now 7:30. I run down the stairs and grab an apple off the bowl neatly placed in the centre of the wooden table. I grab my backpack who was also neatly placed close to the door, waiting for me to pick it up.
I walk out the door with all my things, including my phone and earphones that I had placed quickly in the pocket of my jeans.
The bus arrives shortly after, picking me up. Since I'm the first one to get on the bus I get to go sit in the back of the bus. I turn my phone on and start to listen to Love Yourself by Justin Bieber. The bus gets fuller with more and more people, I just put my music up louder so I can get cut off from all the loud talking.
Once I arrive at school I pack my stuff for the periods I have this morning, which are Math, Art and Physical education. A few boys walk past by me and start to talk really rude with what seems to be like a boy I've never seen before.
"Hey man you're new here huh?"
Ugh, that's Aaron, he's the popular guy in school, he basically thinks he owns the damn place. I get closer to where the whole situation is going on, so I can hear better.
"Yes I actually just arrived this morning"
Aaron pushes the boy in the lockers and says "well in this school I'm the boss, you gotta follow my rules and do whatever I tell you to do"
He grins and leaves the poor boy alone, Aaron's boys follow him out of the lockers. The boy looks down on the floor and scratches his neck, then sighs. I can tell he's pretty muscular, his black shirt is kind of tight on him, I can see his abs and arm muscles pretty well. I don't understand why he didn't try to push Aaron back. Clearly this boy would win. He walks away, and I keep my mouth shut and pretend like I hadn't seen a thing.
I walk to my first class which is math, with Mr. George, I have a 88% average in Math which is pretty good and explains why Mr. George loves me..well it explains why I'm his favourite student.
I sit in the back like I always do, I put my things on my desk and get ready for class which starts in 5 minutes. I decide to take my phone out and just chill on Twitter, scroll through my timeline. About one minute into the class the same boy I'd saw getting bullied by Aaron early walked in, with a little paper, probably a late slip. Since no one sits next to me, the only seat left was the one beside me. He looks around the class and his eyes stop on Aaron for a second, but then drift to me, then to the seat beside me. He hurried to his seat and sits down, gets his stuff ready and his eyes stayed stuck to the teacher and the board for the rest of the period. I glanced at him sometimes because I feel like he was watching me, but it was just me, he didn't look at me. He didn't watch me, he was very concentrated. He didn't even give one bit of attention to me, it was like he didn't care. I don't know why he would care anyway. He doesn't know I saw anything this morning. He doesn't know me yet. I kept my eyes on him for the entire period, he didn't notice, or at least I don't think he noticed.
The bell rang and it was now time for art class, I head to my locker to get all the stuff I need and then headed to art. I looked around the lockers, I wasn't looking where I was walking, I bump into a girl who then pushed me down on the ground and said "bitch" I sighed and got back up. I turned around to see if anyone had seen, I see the boy looking down at me from a fair distance but his head quickly shifts onto his books as soon and he saw I was looking at him and he continued walking.
After what seemed like a long while, I got to my art class, where only one seat was left (our desks were in pairs of four) of course the seat was right next to the boy who ignores me. Great.
The teacher started to explain the work assignment for today. We had to draw our names in a fancy way (I know not really creative for an art teacher but whatever). I grabbed my pencil and started drawing on my paper. As I traced the letter "j" he looked at me and lightly chuckled. What...what's wrong, is there something wrong with my face? Why is he laughing at me? I turn to him and look at him deeply in the eyes. His eyes were dark, really dark but they seemed to lighten up to a green and brown colour as I looked at him. His smile just grew bigger and he blushed, looking at his work and trying to concentrate.
"What's your name?"
I ask trying to not make this awkward.
"Oh my names Shawn, Shawn Mendes, I moved in this morning" he trailed off and continued to concentrate for a few minutes. He looked up at me again and said.
"What's your name"
My eyes lift up from my drawing and go right into Shawns eyes. He had a slightly noticeable smile, which made it look like he was actually interested in knowing my name.
"Oh my names Jenn, Jenn Dallas"
He looked back down at his drawing and mumbled.
"Nice name nice name"
The bell rang and I looked at his drawing which was honestly horrible, I started to chuckle at the sight of it. I understand why he tried to concentrate so bad, he's bad in art.
He looked back at me and chuckled...
"What at least I tried"
I smiled at him and looked down.
"I mean that's what's important...you tried your best." I punched his shoulder, not hard just enough for him to know I touched his shoulder. He looked deeply into my eyes and just looked down. I smiled at him again and he did the same. We didn't have any classes together for the rest of the day. I packed my stuff and started to walk home.