The Boy Next Door

Chapter 5

~Courtney~

"What the fuck are you doing? Walking with Duncan? Are you insane?! Don't answer that." Says my best friend Bridgette, as she drags me to the first row of cars. I don't answer her; instead I turn back to Duncan and mouth "sorry," while Bridge continues to drag me to my car.

Once we make it to my old 1966 Mustang, she lets me go and continues to glare at me while I make my way to my side of the car. After I got in, I leaned over and unlocked her door. Once she was in and was settled, she looked at me and asked, "Why was you walking with him? He's going to break your heart again, ya know." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Maybe he's changed? Plus, that was years ago." She gave me a long look and shook her head and pulled out her cell phone and started to text Geoff. As I sighed, I turned up the radio and drove to her house to drop her off.

~40 minutes later~

After I dropped Bridgette off, I drove to the little ice cream shop by my house and ordered a large chocolate malt. As I parked into the driveway, I took a huge sip of my malt and leaned over to the back seat and retrieved my things. Once I had everything, I opened the car door and made my way to the front door. As I got out my key, I peeked to my left, at my new neighbor's house and saw that they moved the boxes that were there this morning. With a slight nod of my head, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. As I kicked off my shoes and relocked the door, I take another sip of my malt and make my way up to my room.

After I entered my room, I closed the door and threw my stuff on the bed and sat my malt on my night table. Then I walked to the white chest in front of my window and lit my favorite candle, Caribbean Salsa by Bath& Body Works. With a sigh, I plopped down on my bed and reached for my malt. After taking a huge sip, I sat it back down and laid down and started to think about today.

While me and Duncan were staring at each other from across the room, totally oblivious to everyone else in the room, I felt a weird, tingling sensation run throughout my body. And when he walked in front of the room, oh my! I can't believe no one else saw the erection that was just barely hidden underneath his shorts. After he sat back down and met my eyes, I felt my cheeks redden and the small smile on my lips got a little bit bigger.

And almost as quickly as we got in, the bell rung and I had to hurry to go to my AP Psychology class. But, while I was in there, I couldn't get my mind off of Duncan. Since my mind was so in tuned with Duncan, I almost didn't hear Miss Turnick say that we had vocabulary words due Friday.

After the bell rung, I rushed to Mrs. Siedentopf's Financial Literature class and picked my favorite seat; the second seat in the second row closest to the board. After I sat down, I put my ear buds in and listened to 21 Guns by Green Day. Around the middle of the first verse, I felt a poke in my side and I felt static run through me and it scared the crap outta me. So, I started to take out my left ear bud and turn around to see who it was and it surprised me to see that it was Duncan, giving me a big smile with humor in his eyes. I felt myself give him a shy smile and said a low "hi, " before turning around back around to face the board. And throughout the rest of the class, he would poke me and blow my ear, and more than once, for both, I would jump in my seat, causing me to laugh or mutter, "Dick," to him, which whenever I did, I felt his smile behind my back.

But I have to say, after, all that, what surprised me most was when he stopped me from leaving class and asking me if he could walk me to my car. I was kinda shocked and confused, yet totally happy with his question. And when he offered his elbow, like they do in those cheesy romance movies, I nearly peed myself from laughing so hard. And when I saw the big, American boy smile he was giving me, I couldn't help but to grin back and link my elbow with his.

And just like everything else that day, our short time together was very....unpleasant. I didn't want to leave him; I certainly didn't want to leave him with Bridgette dragging me away from him like he is some sort of monster.

With a loud sigh, I sit up and look at the clock: 7:20 p.m.

Holy shit!

I've been laying here thinking about Duncan since 4:30!

I rush out of bed and start to take off all my clothes when a movement in my peripheral vision makes me stop in my tracks. I slowly turn to my right and look out my window and there I see a half-naked guy, wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist, standing at his chest of drawers in his bedroom directly across from mine.

Whoaa. He's got a great body.

It's perfectly toned and muscular, and I just want to run my hands up and down those arms and those fine abs.

Whoa, calm down, Courtney, says my sane voice.

And for once, I listen to her.

So, I hurry up and strip out of my clothes and take a quick shower.

~20 minutes later~

As I step out of the shower, I towel dry my hair and quickly dry my body off. After that, I slip into my Victoria Secret's pick and gray flannel pajama pants and gray tank set. I put my towel back on the hook behind the bathroom door, then I grabbed my comb and quickly combed through the tangles.

After I was finished with that, I put the comb back down and went downstairs and heat up the quesadilla I got from Hot Heads. Once I was finished eating, I cleaned up my mess and went back upstairs to my room and started on my vocab words while I finished my malt.

~30 minutes later~

I breathed a sigh of relief as I put my homework back into my bag. After I put my AP Psychology textbook back into my bag, I grabbed my now empty malt cup and went downstairs to throw it way.

On my way back to my room, I stopped in the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

After I was done, I went back to my bedroom and paused when I walked past my window, where the guy was standing there earlier, and I was disappointed to see that his light was already out.

I sighed again and went back to bed. After I got under the covers, I put my ear buds in my ears and scrolled through the songs until I stopped at Thinking of You by Katy Perry. Snuggling closer to the blankets on my bed, I started to think about of what Bridgette said in the car, "He's going to break your heart again." And soon, enough, I started to agree with her. Could I allow my heart to be broken again?

No. No, I couldn't.

So, before I feel asleep, I decided to stop all contact with Duncan, no matter how hard it will be.