The Best Friend and The Bad Boy

The Best Friend and The Bad Boy-Chapter 1

I walk to the bay window-in my room- over-looking my front yard. I see a teen who looks about 17 or 18 years-old. He's mowing the lawn and then he looks up to the sky, so I quickly back away from the window, so he doesn't see me. "Hey mom?" I call downstairs.

"What's up?" She calls back.

"Who's the kid mowing our lawn?"

"That's Noah Anders, the neighbor's nephew, why?"

I stay silent for a couple minutes,but then decide to get dressed and head outside. I walk over to my dresser and pick out a white shirt that is layered from above the belly button down to the middle of my butt and it also has lace sleeves and lace in between each layer. I also wear skinny jeans with a pair of black boots with thick heels.

I quickly brush my thick dark brown hair and check in my bathroom mirror to see if I need to fix my make-up. I then head downstairs and out the door. As I step outside I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the sweet smell of freshly cut grass. I open my eyes and look around the garden. I then notice a Noah looking my way and as his chocolate brown meet my gaze they immediately look away. Then I notice a flip of rage in my stomach and remember something, something I have wanted to tell Ryder before he moved, but it's too late he's gone now. He has been gone for four years now and I am starting to hate him for leaving, for never having the time to be an actual friend. He has never called, except for the week after he moved, but after that never again.

I finally make the decision to call him. I take a shiny lime green IPhone out of my back pocket and scroll through my contacts until I find the name I'm looking for: Ryder Key.

After a couple rings a Ryder picks up his phone."Hello?" he says,"who's this?"

"Hey Ryder, it's Elaina,"

"Elaina! Oh my God. I'm sorry I haven't called in a while."

"In a while?! Oh no it hasn't been a while, it's been forever. It has been FUCKING FOUR YEARS to be exact!" I hear him so over the phone and let out a laugh without humor in it," four FUCKING years and you haven't called! Why? What the HELL, what the hell happened to being my best-est best FRIEND?!" I exaggerate the word "friend." 

"Elaina, I'm so sorry. I wish I could've called, but my parents said it would be best to move on. That I would have to move on, away from my old friends and start new. Make new friends. There is not one day that I regret agreeing with them," he pleads. I start to sob and feel fresh tears stream down my face.

"Then, why didn't you ignore them or go behind their backs," all anger and frustration subside and I feel a force of deep sadness fall over me and I sob harder.

"Their my parents, Elaina, that's why," he finalizes the conversation, but before he hangs up I whisper:

"I love you," and hang up.

I look up and spot Noah sitting on a bench under the gazebo. I walk over and sit next to him. I put my head in my hands and sigh. "Well, you look like shit," I hear him say. I take my head out of my hands and stare at him for a moment.

After a second I say,"Excuse me?" as he tries to answer I hold up my hand and continue,"Know what? I don't need to hear it, but when you're done taking your break I want you to get the hell out of my sight."

I get up and head for the house, but then I feel a hand grasp my wrist and pull me back into my seat. "No one talks to me like that and gets away with it. Mostly because no one dares to even cross paths with me unless their girls. You're lucky you're a girl because then there would've been a big problem and we wouldn't want that would we?" I roll my eyes at him and pull away from his strong, tight grasp. I then head towards my front door. Before I get the chance to put my hand on the door knob, I notice a figure walking up to me. What does he want now?! I think while remembering Noah's chocolate brown eyes. I then see who the figure really is. Bridgette.

"Hey," she says her voice thick with tears. As she moves closer I see her tear-streaked face. When she gets close enough I pull her into a hug and sigh.

"Its Jacob, isn't it?" I ask, already knowing the answer. She nods obviously not being able to speak because of her shattered heart."Honey, let's go inside and talk about it. OK?" she nods again with a quiet sob coming through her mouth.

Jacob is Bridgette's boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend, I don't know anymore considering her and Jacob's constant break-ups and get back togethers. I pull away from the hug I pulled her into and twist the handle on the door, opening it and revealing my beautifully decorated living room.

She sobs again when I pull her inside and turn her towards the stairs that lead up to my parents' room, the guest room, and mine. When we're in my room the words start to explode out of her mouth along with the tears spilling out of her eyes faster than they were when we were downstairs. I whistle loudly and she stops talking.

"Start from the beginning and talk slowly." 

She did as I said and eventually calmed down. tonight she slept over, so she didn't have to go through a loss alone. Let me say something though, she may be my friend, but boy do I hope that cheating man whore stays away from her or god help him...

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Hey it is I! Nerdettesim (This is an act of nerdiness not self-obsession). Sorry for not posting for a while, but I have been doing so much to get the FIRST chapter up. I wanted to make it long and I think I have out-done myself, so I will probably post another chapter sometime next week (or as soon as I can!). Hope you enjoy this chapter..

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