Mr Bad Boy Who Lives Next Door ✔

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At one point in your lives, you have a friend. A friend you believe you can tell all your secrets too. You believe you'll forever be best friends, I mean, that's the goal right?

Best friends are supposed to be loyal, loving and considerate. They're supposed to back you up in a fight or eat ice cream and watch movies when you want to be lazy.
They protect you, from all sorts of dangers. Punching your brother in the nether regions because he was being mean to you, or telling you, you suck at front flips and laughing at you in the face as you support a blood nose.

You have break dance battles and curl up in bed next to other, not feeling weird at all.
That's what best friends are for.
Until, they grow up.

Hunter Evans didn't just grow up. He stopped talking to me, stop glancing my way. Soon I gave up in waving at him or giving him a smile, because he was adopted by the cool people. He wore leather jackets instead of Star Wars meme shirts now.

He had gotten contacts and lost his dorky glasses. His long hair that he always used to tie up like princess Leia, had been cut short close to his skull.

He still looked like my old best friend. Except he wasn't anymore. I still remember the last thing he said to me.

"Grow up Jamie! It's not cool being a kid anymore! We're starting high school!"

That one sentence that ripped out my heart and ripped apart our friendship.
He didn't come over anymore. He didn't even acknowledge me at school.

I was a ghost from his past. I meant nothing to him anymore. What hurt me the most, was the fact he walked away so easily. It took me weeks to feel again, my mother would hold me as I cried.

He just moved on by joining the popular table at school.

I bit my lips as I stared down at my journal. The words blurred as I stared at them. Eventually a tear dripped on the ink, smudging it. I sighed and slammed the book closed.

I stuck the end of the pen in my mouth as I bent and picked up my bag and put away the journal. I dropped the pen inside too. I flopped the backpack on the empty table.

Oh yeah, since Hunter left, I hadn't been able to make any friends. Guess you should know that.

I stared at the empty seat next to me, wishing I could disappear. I wanted to disappear. I took a deep breath before climbing to my feet.

The bell rung at that moment and I turned around. For whatever reason, I looked over at his table and saw he punched one of his new friends on the arm. Suddenly, he turned to look at me.

Our eyes met for a few seconds before my eyes slid away from his. I couldn't bare to look at him.

I shouldered my bag and made my way to class. I just wanted to get this day over and done with, so I could go home and get some sleep.

Not that I'd be able too. My parents fought 24/7, it was never ending. It was also half the reason I loved having a best friend, whenever they started to fight, I would go over Hunter's house and we'd play board games.

Now I had no where to go but my room and to block them out with a pillow. We stopped being friends at the start of year 10, that was two years ago.