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Bad boy (Nate Maloley)

"Mom, why is there a moving truck next door?" I asked as I peeped through the kitchen window.

"Because there are people moving in next door?" She says in a sarcastic tone, causing me to roll my eyes and disregard her sarcasm.

"Okay, that's obvious –"

"So why'd you ask?" She says, playfully teasing me.

"I just meant, who is moving next door? Old people? Newlyweds? A family with kids younger than me or with children older than me?" I interrogated. "Maybe someone I can hook up with?" I mumbled to myself.

"I don't know, Y/N. Why don't you 'pretend' to get the mail or even better, take out the trash, and scope the neighbors out." My mom advises, which normally I wouldn't take, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"K, I'll be right back." I tell her and I walk outside.

As I tried to look at the neighbors, my older brother playing football with an unfamiliar face catches my attention instead.

"What are you doing?" He asks, catching the ball in his hands.

"I'm supposed to grab the mail." I tell him as I walked to the mailbox. I look at the guy he was with and we both waited for my brother to introduce us.

"Well, this is Skate – our new neighbor. Skate, this is my sister, Y/N." My brother finally introduces.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N." Nate says, giving me a smirk.

"Likewise," I replied, playing it cool. I grab the mail and overheard my brother talking to Skate.

"I don't know; I usually do it in the garage. We could go right now, I have more if you want." My brother says to Skate and I already know he was talking about smoking pot.

"You serious, bro? Alright, I'm down." Skate replies. My brother calls out my name before I walk through the front door.

"Y/N! Three knocks on the –" I stop him from completing the sentence by giving him a thumbs up.

"Got it. Although I would love to see mom whoop your ass for lying to her," I playfully retort before entering the house.

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"Can you grab the screw driver from the garage? The screws are loose and I don't want the spices to fall," my mom asks and I obey her request.

I walk down the hallway that led me to a door that leads me into the garage. As I open the door, the smell of weed fills the air and I hear Skate talking about all the girls he fucked before moving here.

"We're they good though?" My brother asked, chuckling to himself.

Skate didn't say a word, but he smiled and nodded his head. "Can't thank them enough." He giggles and turned his attention to me.

"Shit, is mom coming?" My brother asked, eyes-widen and ready to dip from the garage.

"Relax, she doesn't have a clue. I just came to grab something."

They both let out a sigh of relief.

"Good because honestly, bro, you are definitely the type of person my mom warned us to stay away from," my brother jokingly tells Skate.

"Wouldn't be the first time someone told me that," he says right before taking a puff from his joint.

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As months went by, Nate – who's name I found out when his mom scolded him for something I didn't bother listening into – has been around my house way more than he is at his own. Never really had a full conversation with him, but there was something about him that kept drawing me in. He was definitely labeled as "the bad boy" and he was definitely the boy my parents would never approve of me dating, but there was something different. It was as if he was a walking contradiction: he was a bad boy, yet pretty well mannered around others; he smoked pot, yet advised younger people not to start; he got into fights, but still remained peaceful; he was mysterious and had a resting bitch face, but a giant teddy bear. As much as I wanted to be with him, I knew it would be a risky move, especially with my feelings.