High School, ah yes when fetes boys grow into fetes man boys and girls stay girls. Every book, movie and TV show have it right there are mean girls nerds, Athletes etc. but it's different now. Mean girls can be smart, Nerds can be hot and Athletes can love studying. But the people that never change... are the outcasts. That's where I fit in.
What I have realised through my entire school life so far is that school now isn't about learning it's about surviving, passing and fitting in.
"Lydia you realise that a party is starting at our house any moment now yet you still are doing your homework" I sigh and look at Wesley.
Meet Wesley my older Brother, oh wait sorry 1/2 of my two brothers. See Wesley is a twin Brother names Peter. Great deal right? Get one annoying Brother and get another one for free!!
"Wes just cause you don't have brains or a life doesn't mean you should rob others of their lives and brains" I smile at him and he ruffles his thick black hair.
"Jesus what a party pooper" He mutters. I push away from my desk on my wheelie chair.
"Hey Wes, I wonder what would happen if I told dad you're throwing a party." I smugly say. This is my one chance to get at least $30 from him.
"You wouldn't" he growls, "Oh but I would" I grin at him.
See our dad is the mayor of this small town. He's never at home, he's either at work or on a business trip.
"Pay up big Brother" I smirk and I cross my hands. He groans and reaches for his back pocket of his jeans and flips open his wallet.
"$10 only aight?"
" 30, that's not gonna cut it"
"What no!!!"
"Calling dad now." I grab my phone and he surrenders in defeat and throws $30 at me and I grin stupidly. He walks out the bedroom door.
I walk down the stairs of my house and glance at the decorations that peter and Wes put up. Fairy lights, beer ping and disco lights. Nothing new, there were parties practically every night in our house.
Swiftly I walk towards the kitchen and I walk in. Both Peter and Wes had their backs to me.
"yeah man I had to pay her $30 to keep her yaphole shut, man why don't you ever pay her? it's always me!" Wes complains and opens the fridge.
"She's exactly like you Wes, remember when we were 14 and you made me pay you $10 because I snuck out to meet Lucy" Peter chuckles.
Meet Peter. The reasonable twin who's annoying as hell.
"Ew gross" I giggle making my presence known. Peter jumps and places a hand over his heart. "Fuck you scared me" He rubs his forehead.
"What a waste of my money" Wes grunts.
Peter laughs and looks at me his face flatters and sadness washes over his face.
"Lyds you look exactly like mom" he whispers and gives a weak smile.
I stare at him and jolts of sadness spreads through my body.
"Stop talking about her" I say coldly and sit on the kitchen counter. Wes looks at Peter and he sighs, Peter ruffles his hand through his hair.
"That not fair Lyds" Wes tells me and opens a coke bottle.
I don't care. I don't want to ever talk about my mom.
Peter sighs and hugs me. I hug him back. He smells like aftershave and cologne. I hold back my tears. "I'm sorry Lyds" he mumbles in my ear. I pull away and glare at him.
"Okay so don't let anyone go to any rooms on the 3rd or 2nd floor" I inform them and jump off the counter and I walk out of the kitchen.
Next thing that happened? Music blaring from speakers all around the house. I slam the door shut and I lock it.
"I'm so into you" I sing along to Ariana Grande's new song.
I walk to the window and open it 'I'll close it later I tell myself', I notice the house next door is now occupied. "Good for them" I laugh and run towards my bed and I flop onto it. I remove my bra whilst wearing my shirt and I fling it across the room.
The relief of removing your bra is a feeling that every girl loves.
I close my eyes and doze off.
I wake up to the sound of a thud. My eyes flutter open and they widen. HOLY SHIT I FORGOT TO CLOSE THE WINDOW!
I spring out of my bed and I run for the light switch. The sounds of the party downstairs drum in my ears. I flip the switch and there and behold a stranger in my room.
I'm terrified down to my wits.
I can't move, I don't know what to say. I grab my bra on the ground and throw it at him. "You threw a bra at me? wow" The boy mocks me. What an irritating idiot.
But the boy looks amazing he has gorgeous blackish brown hair, the most amazing eyes and a sexy body although he's wearing a black hoodie and jeans.
"I could and probably will call the cops" I squeak and warn the drop dead gorgeous boy in front of me. He doesn't say a word, he just stares at me intently.
What is this oaf thinking? IS HE GOING TO KIDNAP ME?
He walks to me and pulls me close to him, my heartbeat quickens at a rapid pace. He puts a finger to my mouth "I'd love to see you try" He whispers in my ear.
See ME try?
"I'll do it I swear" I manage to say.
"Cute" He winks at me. Anger boils in my blood.
"Look whoever the hell you are get the hell out of my room buddy or... or I'll.."
"Or you'll what? throw your pink bra at me again?" He laughs.
What I didn't know that this stranger would completely turn my life around, that this stranger would be the best thing that has ever happened to me.
"Get out" I yell.
"Hi I'm Ash, Ash King Whittmore.. I'm your new neighbour. Thanks for the great warm welcome" He smiles.
Ughhhh he's drop dead gorgeous.
I shove him off me and snort.
"Me welcome you? YOU FRIGGIN SNUCK INTO MY ROOM. WHY DID YOU SNEAK INTO MY ROOM?" I yell.
"Heard the party.. saw the window open and I snuck in"
"Well Ash, get your ass out of my room before I count to 3"
He looks at me then rolls his eyes and in the blink of the eye he's gone.
Ash King Whittmore. That sounds like a name I would like to get used to.
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Ficção Adolescente"I could and probably will call the cops" I warn the drop dead gorgeous boy in front of me. He doesn't say a word, he just stares at me intently. What is this oaf thinking? IS HE GOING TO KIDNAP ME? He pulls me close to him, my heartbeat quickens at...
