Worse. {l.h}

2. Its Violet.

Recap:
*About 30 minutes later*

"AND WE'RE HERE!" I was startled by my mom who yelled and stomped on the breaks in front of our new house as I'm guessing her fiancé walked out of the house and greeted her with a make-out session in which I gagged at and scowled, looking at anything and everything, but them.
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A/N: Violets nickname (Vi) is not pronounced Vee, it's pronounced as V-eye. So like the v sounded and then I, just like how you say Violet, it's like V-EYE- let.
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"Vi this is Andrew." My mother smiles brightly with evident happiness filling her brilliant blue eyes as her fiancé approached me and opened his arms, ready for a warm hug which I gladly declined and put my hand out to shake instead.

He shook my hand and smiled awkwardly, "Hey Vi, your mom has told me loads about you." He continued smiling an overly cheerful fake smile, making it very obvious he was trying.

"Violet. It's Violet. And I'm pretty sure all of it was a load of shi-" I smirked as I was cut off by my mom.

"OOOOkayyyyyyy how about we get settled in!" She interrupted and opened the truck, getting ready to haul boxes inside. She handed me two boxes and I groaned as they were heavy on my tiny frame.

"Ok... Here we go..." I sigh a nervous sigh and take my first step inside the house. This house was nothing like my home, my home was more modern and sleek.. While this one was very old and distressed. I shook off the feelings that came at me into this house and began making my way upstairs. The house was fairly nice and pretty huge, but just didn't feel like home.

"Vi! Your room is to the left all the way down the hall at the end!" My mom yelled up to me and I nodded, mumbling an 'ok' as I walk down the dark dimly lit halls and open the door to my apparent new room. I dropped the boxes next to the door onto the dark old wooden floors, making a thud and walked around the creaking floors.

"Well.. Not a bad size I guess.." I sighed  before hearing a knock on my door. "Yeah?" I asked as there was a man carrying a bed in the doorway. "Where do you want it?" The helper guy asked and I pointed over to by my window before he nodded and placed it there.

As the day went on, more of our belongings were transported into the house and we all took a break  before we would have to transport more things.

A knock sounded throughout the old house, "Violet get the door! The pizza is here." Mom yelled as she was unpacking some kitchen stuff and I groaned as I walked down the stairs in some shorts and a band muscle tee.

As I opened the door I was met with a pair of red eyes before I furrowed my eyebrows, "what the-" I was cut off by the blonde curly headed boy who seemed to be about my age and he seemed to notice my confusion.

"Sorry somethings in my eye." He laughed a cheeky laugh as he turned away for a second to rub his eyes and turned back to me with beautiful hazel eyes with specks of gold that reminded me of chestnuts.

I was interrupted from my trance of this godly guy standing before me and l took the pizza from him, setting it down before getting out money as I waited for him to tell me how much, "oh uh no problem." I said before I noticed him look me up and down as I stared into his eyes and saw a flicker of.. Worry? "Everything okay?" I questioned him and handed him a ten dollar bill.

"Oh yeah totally, sorry, I tend to stare a lot and jus-" he rambled before sighing a defeated sigh and smiling. "I'm Ashton... Do you happen to be attending Kresnik High School?" He had asked politely as I leaned against the door.

"Hm.. Should I really be telling a stranger where I'm going to be going to school?" I asked playfully and he ran his hand through his mop of curls. "I- uh- well I just haven't seen you around town and so-" I cut him off, what is it with me and cutting off people? I swear.