Stuck In The Middle

Learning to Close Windows

My house was in a poorly designed cul-de-sac. The houses were close together but none so close that you could see into the neighbors windows, except for my house and hers. Well, it wasn't hers anymore. Now it was someone news house, someone else's room. Our houses were so close that you could jump from my window to the other but far enough that you would have to be stupid to do so. Maybe crazy would be a better word because that's how I would describe him. The boy standing in my room going through my underwear drawer.
Crazy.
Truth or dare. How every great story starts, right? Well, that's how this one starts. Three teenage boys playing truth or dare in the room right across from mine. If I had been awake I could have listened, would have listened probably. But I had fallen asleep five hours prior, or at least five hours prior to what happened. One boy, Jason, the kid who had just moved in had been dared by my ex boyfriend who was still a little bit angry about our inevitable breakup, to climb through my open window. His task was to find the 'sluttiest' pair of underwear I owned and bring them back with him, and he probably would have done it too, if it weren't for the fact that I had woken up and caught him in the act.
Kameron had been doing things like this for the past year, he was the one responsible for her moving. He was still upset at me for what had happened. For our breakup that he had caused, not her, not anyone else. Him. He was mean to me, never had time for me but god forbid I was busy. He tried to get me to quit everything, drop out of art club to 'spend more time' with him. I wasn't having any of it. I wasn't going to be told what to do by some boy who didn't respect me. He always seemed like the perfect gentleman to everyone. Captain of the baseball team and a somehow straight A student who always used his manners. But as soon as we started dating he changed. He tried to control me, pretend like I was his everything and then pushed me around. He treated me like crap. So I ended it and moved on the bigger and better things. Moved onto her.
Lately he hadn't been bothering me, he'd found a cheerleader he could push around and didn't need me anymore. Not that I was upset about that. I didn't want him anywhere near me, and now he was just a few feet away. Laughing as I slammed my window. All I could hear in that instance was him laughing.
No... This isn't how you tell a story. We need to go back. Back to when the boy first moved in. Starting things in the middle like this... what was I thinking? I'm sorry, this isn't how stories work. Just forget any of this ever happened and we'll start from the beginning! We'll just go back and you'll learn all about everything, I promise.