Insufferable Boys and how to Deal with Them

chapter 1 The Boy Moving In Next Door

"That's it! I don't think I can last another day of school," my best friend Scarlett sighed, opening my cars passenger seat door.

"I'm sure you can last for the last day," I chuckled, climbing into my car, and buckling up and starting it.

"I just pray that this summer will be enjoyable, and not to hot!" My other very good friend Maggie said behind me in the back seat.

"Eugh, I wish I were spending it here. But no, I have to go to Alaska of all places for summer to visit aunt May," Said my last very good friend Sam. "I wouldn't mind if one of you killed me now."

"Oh how fun. Tell me how good the weather is there." I said sarcastically.

"Ugh, you don't need to remind me!" She leaned back in her seat.

"You guys down to have a sleepover tomorrow? Kinda to celebrate the end of this long year?" Scarlett asked, scrolling on her phone.

"Sure how about at my house," I suggested.

"Why not," Scarlett shrugged, and Sam and Maggie agreed.

"Just one more year at Southfall's small high school in this small town," Maggie mumbled. "I wonder how many of us will be leaving Southfall's to be in bigger cities for college."

I heard my phone ping. "Oh, Scarlett, can you read that to me?" I asked.

"It's your mom. 'Hurry home, I have a surprise to tell you. I've been waiting to tell you, and finally I can,'" she read. "Must've been hard for your mom. She has a hard time keeping secrets," Scarlett laughed. I chuckled as well.

"It's probably about a vacation this summer, my dad's work is going well, so maybe a big one," I dropped everyone off at their houses, and started heading home.

Finally I arrived at my wonderful home. I walked through the door. "I'm home!" I yelled.

"Oh good! Come into the kitchen, and help me!" My mom said. Judging from the smell, she was making her famous chicken waffles, which she only makes on special occasions.

"What's the special occasion Mama?" I asked jumping onto the counter top, dipping a finger in the country gravy. She grinned.

"Finally I can say it.. You remember the Bakers, right?" She questioned. My heart dropped with dread, but I continued smiling and nodded. "And you know how the house next door has been vacant for a while now?" I tried my best to not to jump to conclusions, and nodded again. "Well, it was actually bought a few months ago, by the Bakers! They're moving in next door!" My eyes widened.

"The Bakers?! As in Rollan- the brat who picked on me when I was little- Baker?!" I asked. I jumped off the counter, maybe to emphasize that I wasn't too delighted with the idea. My mom looked surprised and confused at what I said.

"Rollan picked on you? Why didn't you tell me?" she asked me. I rolled my eyes.

"Ever heard the saying 'Snitched end up in ditches?" I asked, and she sighed, shaking her head.

"But yes, Rollan Baker, and his parents, and his younger sister are all moving in. And they are coming to eat dinner with us," she grinned, continuing to cook.

"You know I wouldn't mind staying in my room all night. Not to be dramatic or anything but Rollan is my worst nightmare," I said, and put my head down on the table.

"Why? I mean he could have changed over the years, and no. You are not spending the entire night by yourself in your room," She said.

"Yeah I'm sure he's changed... physically!" I said. "Maybe got a little bit taller or something."