He's Moving In?

Flair's POV

"Get down here, now! You have an alarm for a reason!" I heard my mom shout at me, as I rolled off my bed. Extreme bed head, must I say.

I face-planted right into the ground. Yep. What a great day to start my day. I pushed up, almost doing a reverse push-up to lift myself off of the ground. Popping up from the ground, I scurried over to the bathroom and stared in the mirror a second.

"Geez. Bed head." I giggled, and started to brush through my brown locks. Since I was just about late, I figured I didn't need a shower this morning. Still struggling to get my bed head away, I reached over for my phone seeing I got a call from Clar, my best friend.

"Hey, what time you coming?" I hear her say softly into the other side of the phone.

"Hmmm.. Does 8 sound good? I've woken up late, again, and need some extra time."

"Perfect. See you then!" I heard her make a kissing noise, and hang up the phone.

I set down my phone and brush, and started to do my makeup. A lot of girls believe you're supposed to cake your face, but me, I just think makeup is made to point out your features.

I finished, then continued to put on a black skater skirt, a dark gray crop top, and some black converse. I ran downstairs, grabbing a beanie on the way down, and snatched up my keys.

"Zack has got to go," Mom said to me as she grabbed Zack by the shoulders, signaling for him to stand and get to the car. "Breakfast is in the fridge. Have a good day sweetie," She said to me as I got a soft kiss on the cheek, then she disappeared with Zack to the car.

I leapt over to the fridge, practically pleading for food, and opened it. All I saw, "Glory," I stared into the fridge filled with food. "Food." I leaned in to the fridge, and stuck my head into it grabbing an apple.

"Nutritional," I say and take a quick bite out of it.

I snatched my keys from the table where I had just set them, and ran out the door, slamming it behind me. I was just about to my car, but I turned to the house next to us. That house was for sale, currently, or at least that's what I thought. It had been for sale for a while now, but I guess it wasn't anymore. I don't exactly see why somebody wouldn't want that house. It was a very nice, modern house, fairly new, it had white walls, lots of windows, and a nice grayish door.

Now, I saw a moving truck sat in front of the building, while men were taking boxes out of it. I sighed, and watched them for a second. I saw a black truck, and a dark red minivan. Guessing it was a family, and if they had a teenager, or teenagers, they would be attending my school. Falcon High. With that in mind, I remembered I had to get to school or I was going to be late. I stumbled over to my car, and hopped in. I slipped they key into the key place, igniting the engine. I heard a few roars coming from it, but as soon as I pressed my foot on to the gas pedal, it wouldn't budge.

"Fudge." I slammed my hands against the steering wheel, and sighed. Scavenging for my phone, I heard a very pronounced male voice, "Damsel in distress," they said, as I kept looking for my phone, ignoring them.

"Need a lift?" He said, and this time, I looked up to see a male figure, about my age, maybe a year older, asking from the other side of the fence.

He's moving in?

I sighed, and stared at him. "Hm, let me think, oh, you could be an axe murderer. Oh, or a rapist." I said staring at him in the eyes.

He chuckled a little, with a smug smirk on his face.

"Why yes, there's always that little possibility. But here, trust me on this, I'm just trying to help."

"Exactly what I'm freaking afraid of, here," I said with a scoff. Opening my door, I stood up talk, and walked over to the fence where he was standing. "Look, I barely know you. In fact, I don't have a clue who you are, why you're here, or what your name even is. So, nope. I'll walk."