The Boy Next Door

Chapter 1

“You’re moving in with your Father” 

These are the words I never wanted to hear from my mother’s mouth. I despised my Father, ever since he ran out on us when I was only 5 years old. 

“But Mother! He’s a brute and I hate him. He doesn’t deserve anything in the world!” I fought as hard as I could. I would give anything to have to be with this ignorant man. 

“I’m sorry sweetie, but I need you there. I’m getting a big promotion and moving to New York for a while for the big Fashion business” She seemed convinced of the idea. Nothing was stopping it now. Not even my best. 

“What about Aunty Linda?” I pleaded

“She can’t Jenna. She’s dealing with her little… problem, remember?” she made a bottle gesture with her hand and lifted it to her mouth. I leaned back into the door frame of my Mothers room. She was busily packing her bag. I know this means a lot to her and I am so happy she is finally moving forward in her almost dead end job. She had been at “Major Fashion” for about 8 years now and this was the big break she had been waiting for Mum designs clothes, which is half of what I wear. I was her model. When the company didn’t like her ideas, I got to keep the clothes. 

“Okay Mum. If this means that much to you. I’ll stay with Dad” I sighed. I love my Mother and I will even stay with my ass of a Dad to make her happy. 

“THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETIE, I KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO LOVE LIVING IN NEW JERSEY” 

“NEW JERSEY?!”…. fuck. 

Arriving at Dads:

“HI HONEY!” 

“Hi Dad” I said slamming past him through the door. I arrived. I wasn’t happy. I did NOT want to be here. I walked inside. The place still looked terrible. Beer cans everywhere, clothes that looked like old rags, food on the walls and what looked like blood. I turned to face him. 

“Where’s my room?” I said rudely. He looked shocked and sad but I honestly couldn’t care. 

“Up stairs, second door on the right” He said, his breath smelled of beer. How could Mum leave me with this guy? I shook my head and made my where upstairs. I found my room and dumped my bag. I heard a faint banging outside. I looked out and saw a young boy bouncing a ball. *ding ding* a text from Mum.

FROM MUM:

How is it? Is he alright?

I replied

TO MUM:

He’s fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine. Just go enjoy New York. Love you x

I hit send and chucked it on what I think was my bed. I set my eyes outside again. The young boy was looking up at my window this time. He smiled and chuckled. I smiled back and made my way downstairs to say hello to my new neighbor.

I walked downstairs to see my Dads backyard. It was horrible. I couldn't understand how someone could keep their house like this. I walked over

to the fence to see the young boy still bouncing the basketball, looking over towards me with a smirk on his face. 

"Hi" He said with a smile. I'll admit, I died a little. 

"Hi there"

"Names Drew, what’s yours?" 

"Jenna" I said, a bit shaky due to his perfect smile. 

As i got closer i noticed more of his features. His face was near perfection and his hair was a perfect colour of light brown and his eyes were a dark milk brown. He was average height and had really big hands. 

"You're really good" I said, trying to impress him. 

"Thanks" He said, basking in the compliment. "I practice every day. I'm trying to make first year team" 

"DREW GET YOU’RE FUCKING ASS INSIDE" I heard a gravelly voice yell from in his house. 

"Sorry, that’s Mum. Got to go" He sprinted inside, without any time to say goodbye. 

Well that was interesting...

Inside, Dad was sitting on the couch drinking a beer. As usual. I sat down on a lounge chair on the other side of the room. 

"Hey Dad, what’s with the boy next door?" 

"Don't even fucking think about it sweetie. That's the wrong type of family to get caught up in. They are too dangerous. He's to fucking young for you anyway" 

"Why? How old is he?" I said curious. He didn't look that old?

"He's like, 14 or 15" Wow.

"Oh okay. Well why is his family bad? What did they do?" I didn't really care, but it was still interesting finding all the dirt. 

"You don't want to know. Shouldn't you be unpacking anyway?" I knew he didn't want to talk anymore, plus he had been drinking... Which mean I didn't really want to talk to him.

I wonder what that innocent little kid could have been caught up in to make it that bad I shouldn't be allowed to see him. I heard the banging again. I didn't even look out my window. I ran downstairs and walked over to the fence. 

"What did you get in trouble for?" I said chuckling without even looking at who was standing there. When I looked up I saw a tall boy bouncing a ball with headphones in. I fell to my knees and hid behind one of the dead looking gardens in Dad's yard. This must be Drew's older brother. I can't explain what it was like to look at this boy. It wasn't the same at looking at Drew. It was more animal, rawer. He had a whole sleeve of tattoos up his left arm. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his body was the perfect tone and colour. His hair was golden and was spiked up to the top. He had short cut pants on and they hang over his ass. I let out a quiet moan at the sight. He had a nice fucking ass… I held myself for a moment when I realized he was watching me check him out. 

"Fuck" I screamed a little louder than i should have. I saw him give a death defying smirk before I ran upstairs in embarrassment. 

"Never again" I sighed.

Second fanfic, I may be jumping from this to Backpack :)