Bad Boy

Chapter 4: Faker

     Great. He lives next to me now. Not across the street, not down the block, right next door. I mean why am I complaining. I like the boy. I really do but I just don't see this going as well as any other person would.

Annelie: " Are you okay Y/N? You kinda just slammed your whole body into a wall." Annelie asked as she set her stuff down in the kitchen.

Y/N: " I just saw who was moving in next door" I said, as I took strawberries and whipped cream out the fridge.

Annelie: " Oh Yeah? Who was it?" She asked, stealing one of my strawberries.

Y/N: " It was Dallas and what I assume to be his Father." I said. " Let's go up to my room. I got shit to tell you"
I took my bowl of strawberries and went with Annelie up the stairs to my room. As soon as we got in, I shut the door, since my mom had always been the nosey type. I walked over to my window and moved the curtain. I watched as the movers moved boxes into the house. Then out came Dallas. I watched as he set down what looked like a heavy box. He stood there, shirtless. Breathing heavily. He hunched himself over, putting his hands on his knees, letting his sweat drenched hair fall in front of his face. Then he gradually stood up. Revealing the top of his boxers which read Calvin Klein.
I shut my curtains quickly. I didn't wanna stare any longer. I turned around to see Annelie looking at me, her arms crossed.

Annelie: " Dallas again?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
I slowly nodded. She should know me so well already. We sat down on my bed. And talked away. We talked about school, drama, and of course, Dallas. I mean it's kinda hard not to.

******* DING DONG *******

Mom: (Downstairs) " I'LL GET IT" , she yelled as she ran to open the house door.

Annelie: " Hey, did you here abou--"

Y/N: " SHHHH" I hissed, smushing my hand against her mouth. " I'm trying to hear who my mom is talking to"
I hopped off my bed and gently opened my door, trying not to make any loud sounds. I signaled for Annelie to follow. We tiptoed down the stairs and stood in a corner outside of the family room.

Dallas: " Hello Ms. Y/L/N. My name is Dallas Winston. I just moved in next door with my father and I thought I would come over and introduce myself to the neighbors" he said, as he flashed a friendly smile to my mother.
How fake could he be. I've never heard him be this polite before. It was really weird. I peeked into the family room to see him looking around. Scanning photos that were neatly placed throughout the room. I turned around to look at Annelie but she was gone. She probably went back upstairs. I looked back in and tried to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Dallas: " This is your daughter?" He asked as he picked up my senior photo. A small smile crept across his face.

Mom: " Yeah, her name is Y/N. She goes to Lakewood High. Actually, I've heard her talk about you with her friend Annelie" she explained.
     NO NO NO NO NO NO MOM STOP WTF NO DON'T. OMFG PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING ELSE.

Dallas: " All good things I hope. What does she say. If you don't mind me asking?" He asked arching his perfect eyebrow.
    
Y/N: "Omg she's gonna tell him what she hears. I'm out. I'm going back upstairs" I whisper.
     As I turn around to go, I hit my toe on the side table. Fuck that hurt so bad. Little did I know that my mom heard me from inside the room. Well there goes my eavesdropping.

Mom: " Y/N, have you been standing there this entire time? Why didn't you come say hello? You know that's rude. Dallas is in the family room. Come say hello." She says as she drags me into the family room.

Dallas: " Oh Y/N, it's great to see you doll face" he said as he pulled me into a hug.
    
     WTF is going on.