The Boy Next Door

Chapter Two

I don't want Wyatt to be the exact image of Logan Lerman, if Logan's face was slightly softer and rounder- that would be Wyatt. Let's be honest, anybody who's the exact image of Logan wouldn't get treated like shit. Also, this book is loosely based off real people, so the Christians in this story are not very nice and shit talked a lot. I do not mean to offend any other Christians or anything with the words said in this book.

Wyatt Peterson•

"New girl sort of pisses me off, and kind of intimidates me." I said as I laid on my back, my phone on speaker phone beside my face.

"Pussy, she's so much smaller than you and her arms are like the size of my wrist." Charlie's amused voice said over the phone, followed by the crinkle of a chip bag.

"I don't mean, like, physically scary. She just looks ready to maybe whip out a knife and stab someone." I shrugged and then continued. "Also, that's not a fair analogy, your wrists are freakin' giant."

He laughed on the other side of the telephone, before sighing and said. "Look, she's not gonna stab you, if anything she'll find another group of friends in a week or so. We always pity the new kids, until they find out and have negative thoughts, and frolic off like the Bible Thumpers they are."

I sighed heavily, sitting up and taking a deep breath. My mom walked into my room, knocking before she came in. After I confirmed she could enter, she leaned against the doorway. My mom was sweaty with her hair up in a pony tail, looking like she ran a mile.

"Put on a shirt and shorts, I want you to come help with our neighbors and moving their stuff." She said with a smile, walking downstairs.

I grumbled and changed, walking down the stairs of my house over next door. There is a large U Haul truck in front of the two story house next door. I sigh, seeing the piles of boxes in the truck's compartment. My mom calls me over, and I jog to her and the couple, who I assumed owned the house. The woman held a little baby in a pink blanket, the baby was asleep with a pacifier in her mouth.

"This is my son, Wyatt." My mother introduced me, and I held my hand out for the man to shake.

He took a grip on my hand and shook firmly, since he was sort of a big guy I expected that. "Hello, I'm Nathan, but you'll call me Mr. Irwin."

"And I'm Rachel," she gave me the most fake smile I've ever seen. "Pleasure meeting you."

I gave her a side smile, glancing down at the little baby in her arms. "This is Ashley." Mrs. Irwin said, turning her arms so I could get a good look at the baby's face.

I smiled before being led by my mom and Nath- Mr. Irwin to the boxes. He handed me a large box and gave me the directions to which room it would go to. I grunted as I held the box, and he rolled his eyes. Turning around I walked towards the house and up the stairs, being careful to not drop the box.

After doing this countless times, my fingers became red and I was drenched with sweat. I took a glance at myself in the mirror of the living room downstairs. On the back of my tank top there was a T shape of sweat and I had some on my chest as well. I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I set down another box labeled 'CLOTHES' in sharpie.

I turned around and walked out of the room, and as I was walking under the threshold of he door I ran into a small person. I felt their face hit my sweaty chest and I stumbled back.

"Ew..." I heard a familiar voice groan. "Oh, you.."

Without my glasses, I couldn't get a clear look of who it was, but I could just make out the shape of Brittany Irwin.

"You're the new neighbor's daughter?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She nodded, looking up at me. "Yea, you must be our oh-so-nice neighbors that are helping us settle in."

I snorted and walked past her. "You're welcome."

"You literally look like you're going to pass out, you must not be a macho guy, eh?" She nudged me a little, looking at my shirt.

Grumbling to myself, I walked down the stairs to grab another box. I grabbed another box with no label of what was inside, I just knew it was to go into Brittany's room. Damn, I thought, it was heavy as fuck. Heaving up the box, I walked up the steps and into the house when I felt some weight being lifted off the box.

"Here, I can help." I couldn't see her, but I knew Brittany was on the other side of the box and walking backwards up the stairs, helping me haul it up.

I grunted a thanks and finally when we were done with all the boxes, which took another hour, we collapsed on her cold, hardwood bedroom floor. "I haven't done that much lifting since.. never." I murmured to her.

"Big baby." She said, breathing heavily.

Mrs. Irwin called for us to come get something to drink, and we walked downstairs. I grabbed one of the ham and cheese sandwiches and Gatorades and said my thanks, shoving the food in my mouth. Brittany did the same and chugged her Gatorade.

"So, you guys go to the same school?" My mom piped up and I nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yea, we have a lot of the same classes, too." Brittany spoke first, tossing her empty Gatorade bottle into the trash can behind her.

"Great, well, it was a pleasure meeting you guys." My mother smiled warmly and excused both of us.

I sent Brittany a peace sign and she rolled her eyes before taking out her phone. "I wasn't paying attention in science, give me your number so you can send me the notes, kay?"

Taking a deep breathe I said my number out loud to her and watched her thumbs type it out into a new contact list.

"Perfect, see you tomorrow." Brittany said and turned around to go upstairs.

I shrugged and followed my mom back to our house. "That went well."

"Mother, I am drenched in sweat, I'm practically taking a shower in my own juices." I groaned. "Plus, Mr. Irwin doesn't like me, and I can tell."

"No father's like boys next door, don't worry, it's not personal." The deep voice of Mr. Irwin was heard from the side of the house.

Our oh so friendly neighbor was working on our AC unit, I swallowed dryly. Oh great, he caught me talking about him.

"I asked if he could help," Mom explained before walking into the house. "Don't worry."

I muttered an apology to our neighbor and darted inside.

Soon, it was sundown and I was sitting at my window sill. I was texting Charlie and scratching the white paint off my window seat, biting skin off my lip. Do it. My body urged me to my drawer, where my killer sat in a box. You seem stressed, just do it. One last time.

I took a deep breath, looking out my window. Across the way, I saw Brittany in her window putting up her clothes.

I can see New Girl from my window. I texted Charlie, and in no time he texted back.

Sweet, is she naked? Send me a pic if she flashes ;) I read the message and snorted.

Would your beautiful, brown eyed partner like you seeing titties? I teased my friend, he read it but didn't reply.

I leaned my head back and sighed. The feeling surged over me again, and I could feel myself being pulled to my drawer. Then, I was standing in front of my opened underwear drawer, the shape of a box of menthols sitting in a tube sock.

One more won't hurt me..