The Bad Boy Neighbor

Chapter 12

I finish the essay about 3 am and immediately fell asleep. I wake up to my head laid on my crossed arms, resting on the desk. Apparently I didn't even bother to move to my bed last night. I look down to see the essay I wrote. Luckily, it was late so I didn't even have to try to make my handwriting sloppy.

  I look to the clock to see its ten thirty in the morning. Holy crap I over slept! I rush downstairs while pulling on clothes to make them think I've been up all this time. When I arrive downstairs I see my parents watching tv and my brother on his phone. He looks up to me with an expecting look, probably about his essay.

"Sleep in a little sweetheart?" My Mom says without even looking at me. Why do Moms do that? Like when you ask them to look at something they say "that's nice" without even looking.

"Uh ya... I was up late doing an essay." I say looking at Daniel. He looks over at me with a weary glance, that then turns into a glare.

"Oh? Did you finish it?"

"Ya, I did." I say heading to the kitchen. I make myself two pieces of toast. Smothering one with grape jelly and the other with peanut butter. When my toast is finished I pour a glass of milk and sit at the table, enjoying my breakfast while staring at a wall. Usual way for me to wake up on the weekends.

After breakfast I head back upstairs, refusing to sit down and watch television with my family. I lay down on my bed, taking in a deep breath. Normally my Saturday's would be boring and non-eventful, but today I am invited to a party.

Me.

A party.

Every instinct in me is screaming not to go, but I can't help it. This one time I want to live and be a teenager. Sure there is that one time with Thomas that we snuck out and went to an abandoned house, but I was forced to. And it would of been even worse if he would of came in my room.

After this I will go back to being a nobody. A girl with a mask and a trunk full of secrets. Like it's always been. Though lately I've been slipping up, darn Thomas has melted my common sense. What is with him that I let my guard down so easy? I don't know, but i also don't know if I want to find out. Thomas seems like he's got secrets too. I mean everyone does, just I want to help him for some reason. I feel like I need to fix him.

Is that a reason to stay away or let my instincts drive me? Though these are the same instincts that say the party tonight is a bad idea. So I'll stay a little distant for a while. Maybe cling to Clara. Speaking of Clara, I need to talk to her.

I look over at the clock and see it's just about eleven fourth-five. So I get up and head for the shower. After I shower I walk out making sure the drapes are closed and put on some leggings and a purple shirt that says "my way or the highway" on it. I silently laugh at the shirt, remembering how I got it.

One year on my birthday my grandma said she was going to buy me some clothes because she didn't like my bland style. So she came back with this shirt and some other clothes. When I pulled this one out she said,"now I got that one because I know that's how you think 24/7." This was my Dads mother, sadly she passed away about a year ago. And that's partly why my dad has gone brain dead.

We actually were close once, for a brief time anyway. Those were the days when I wasn't thinking of my goal all the time, but still had it in mind. Life was actually enjoyable.

After I got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth, and put on shoes I walked over to Clara's. Right next to their door is this big window where you can see most of the living room and kitchen. I've never been inside their house yet, but with what I can see, it's nice. They have Carmel colored couches that look comfy and paintings all around. Colored vases cover every table and the kitchen is so neat you can't see a speck of dust.