When He Returns

Chapter 1: The New Neighbors

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3 years ago
Jane's POV
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"Jane!" my mom yelled. My god, why does she always yelling at me? It seems like I can do nothing right.

"We have new neighbors, go greet them and don't be a bitch like you usually are!"  And this is what I deal with on a daily basis. I am constantly told that I'm not good enough and that I'm ugly.  She even calls me a bitch and other choice words that won't be named.

"Jane, are you listening to me? I swear you just like to piss me off half the time."  Ha, jokes on her, I do exactly just that.  So, now instead of listening to her complain, I actually go down stairs to do what she has asked.

Once I get outside, I see one of the most attractive guys that I have ever seen.

"Baby, close your mouth, you don't want to catch a fly" he says with a smirk. And just then I realize that I was slightly ogling him. Okay, it wasn't slightly, and that just made it even worse.

"Do not call me 'baby'!" I told him with force, hoping he would get the point that I did not like the nickname. I mean, seriously! But all this does is make his smirk grow.

"Well I'm guessing that you are our neighbor, and I would say that I'm happy about it, but I'm not." Ugh, I guess he is jerk, a hot jerk, but still.  I catch a glimpse of his arms and see that they are covered in tattoos. Ahh, seems that the jerk is a bad boy.

"You've got that right" he says with another smirk.

"I said that out loud didn't I?"

"Yes, you did." Of course I did. My face starts to turn deep red, and he immediately notices it.

"Aw, are you embarrassed?" he teased, which only made my face turn even darker, if that was possible.

"Well anyways, I'm Jane, and you are?" I asked, reaching my hand out for him to shake. He just looked at it.

"Xavier" He just walked away, leaving me standing there looking like an idiot.

Xavier's POV
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Jane.
Dammit, I couldn't get her out of my head. She looked so innocent, and I knew that I couldn't get involved with her. When she called me a jerk and a bad boy, it did something to me. Something bad. So when she offered her hand out for me to shake, I knew that I would "feel" something. And don't think that I'm a softie by saying that, but I do have a heart.

I walk into our new home and immediately know that something is wrong. I could feel it. I walked into the kitchen and found my dad siting at the counter looking at a picture. And of course the picture was one of my mom. Her death had been hard on all of us (me, my dad, and little sister) but it had been the hardest for my dad. It still feel like it was only yesterday we had found out that she only had a month, if so to live. And now she was gone.

Leaving my dad in the kitchen, I continue up the stairs to my new room. It faces Jane's house, and I can see perfectly into the room right across from mine. By the looks of it, it's Jane's. Yay! That was sarcasm in case you couldn't tell.

And now it just so happens that Jane has just walked in her room, happens to look out her window and to find me staring. And now she probably thinks that I'm a freak. Wait, what do I care? Ha that's right, I don't. Or at least I shouldn't.

I walk over to the window and open it, hoping that she would get the hint to do the same. She actually does, but then ends up struggling to open the window. I burst out laughing, unable to help myself. Once she finally gets the window open, she stands there with her arms crossed and an unamused look on her face. And that just makes me laugh even more. But then I actually get a look at her and scan over her body, top to bottom. She must notice this and snaps her fingers to get my attention.

"Would you stop? Now what did you want?" She asked with venom.

"Damn, there's no need to bite my head off. And I honestly don't know what I wanted. So bye." I said and then slammed the window shut, probably a little too hard. But I don't really care. I look through the window, but am kinda disappointed that she is no longer there. Xavier, you shouldn't be thinking about stuff like this. You don't even know her. And she doesn't know you.

Deciding to actually listen to that tiny voice in my head, I turn away from the window and start unpacking the rest of my stuff. But I still wonder what she thinks about me, even though I really shouldn't. Of course I shouldn't, I'm the bad boy. And of course she's probably a good girl, with the perfect life.

I hadn't even realized that I had finished unpacking by the time that I was done with my internal battle with myself. Now that I say that, I definitely feel like I'm starting to turn soft.

"Xavier!" I hear my dad call from downstairs. Deciding to actually listen for once, since I know that my Dad was having an off day, I went downstairs to see what he wanted.

My Dad and I are pretty close. We were even closer before we lost Mom, but since then he hasn't really been involved in my life, let alone my little sister, Rue's, life. Our Grandma is watching her now, so that we could finish up our unpacking.

"Hey Dad, what did you want?" I ask as I enter the living room to find my Dad on the couch.

"I was wondering if you had met our neighbors yet?" of course he would ask this. And just when I had finally stopped thinking about her, even though it was only for a couple minutes.

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