Black hair falls to the side

Chapter two

Chapter two

Spencers POV

I glared at her once more and then slip back through my window.

I pull it down and close my curtain.

I sigh, a big heavy sigh.

why did she choose now to start talking to me.

after I liked her for five years she then decides to change.

I can't handle this at the moment, I fucking just got told by my dad that I was going to some teenage camp thing in two days for nine months.

not what I call fun, but hey at least I don't have to go to school.

Pixie is so pretty but I have waited to long for her to notice me so I am trying to move on.

it didn't really help that she showed up at my front door in short shorts and her hair was in a sweet lose plate.

ugh and then when I went outside for some air of course she showed up all sexy and innocent and sent tingles through my little man.

I sit on my bed and listen to the noises coming from then other side of my wall, the one that separates my house and Pixies house.

i found out long ago that our rooms are right next to each others and tonight I could hear little sniffs and sobs.

I sigh and turn the light out.

I never sleep, I lie there until there are no noises coming from Pixies room and then I talk to myself, try and control my mood swings or just lie there staring out the window.

I lie there in my boxers waiting for Pixie to fall asleep.

I hear nothing in a while so I close my eyes and lie there for two more hours.

at five in the morning I get up, pull on some trackies, socks, sneakers and a black jumper.

I put my headphones in and turn my music up.

I sneak past my dads room and out the door.

I run for about half an hour before I come to the park where I go and sit down at the top of the little plastic slide.

I sit there with my eyes closed and my music up.

I go through about ten songs before I get up and start jogging back.

I look down the whole time but as I round a corner I run right into someone, causing us both to fall to the pavement.

"oh, shit sorry." I mumble getting up and holding my hand out.

I look down and pull it back as Pixie shakes her head and stands back up.

"oh." I say.

she looks up at me and I swear I see the corner of her mouth lift a little.

she then looks down hiding a pair of scissors and a lighter.

I sigh.

"don't kill yourself, it isn't worth it." I say, before moving around her.

I start jogging again and soon find myself home once more.

I open the door just as Mrs. Jackson, Pixies mom runs up to me, looking quiet worried.

"Spencer!" she calls.

I turn and nod. "Yes?"

"have you seen Pixie? she's run away again." she looks around and goes even whiter as I mumble something about passing her a few blocks down.

you see Pixie has a 'habit' of running away.

she has always come back though. sometimes, when she was younger she would stay out til all hours in the morning.

"well contact me if you see her again." and with that she leaves and I go inside.

"Spencer!" ugh great my dads up.

"yes?" I say, going into the kitchen and grabbing a glass of milk.

"are you going to pack today?" he asks, wiping his morning coffee.

"what do you fucking think?" I say. slamming the glass down on the bench.

"Spencer you need to start packing at least your tops.." I cut him of by raising my hand.

"dad, get this through your head. I'm. Not. Going." he sighs and looks up at me.

"if you won't pack, I will for you." with that he walks away to his from.

I stomp to my own room and slam the door closed.

I can't wait to turn eighteen, then I can leave this hell whole.

I lay on my bed and sigh.

I know I'm not going to convince my dad to let me stay. he needs a break and he thinks I need help.

I look at my closet and then the duffle bag sitting alone on my floor.

I begin to pull clothes and shoes out and stuffing them into the bag.

I wonder who my partner is going to be like? a girl or a boy? cool or annoyingly stupid?

there we go, Spencers first POV. if you like it so far please tell me and if you don't like it just go away.