Why I'm Not A Wallflower

My Neighbour is a Jerk

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I'm loud. Let's face it. I'm probably the loudest person on the planet. At my old school, I was the loudest one there. And I don't mean my voice is loud, even though it is, but I talk a lot. I talk when I'm not supposed to. And it gets me in trouble.

I'm also a tomboy. I don't care about makeup, clothes, boys, or any of the other "typical" girl things.

Oh, and I LOVE sports! My favourite sport is dodgeball. I love the adrenaline rush when you're playing dodgeball. You always have to be alert and aware of what everyone's doing.

I'm sitting on my bed on a typical Sunday morning contemplating life, when there's a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"You're gonna be late! Get up, Julia!" the voice tells me.

It's my Dad.

"Late for what, Dad!?"

"Don't you remember? You promised Jessica you'd babysit Trish and Dominic at 12:00 pm and it's currently 11:30! So you better get moving!"

Shit.

He's right. I completely forgot.

Jessica is one of my Dad's friends. I love Jessica. She's so gorgeous. I wish I was gorgeous like her. I've always looked up to Jessica. She's like a Mom to me.

And of course her kids, Trish and Dominic, are so cute! Trish is four and Dominic is six. I always love visiting them.

I get up because I can't break my promise to Jessica.

I walk into the bathroom and quickly brush my hair. I get dressed, but don't put on any makeup. I look in the mirror. My hair is almost as flat as my ass, but that's nothing new.

I go downstairs and see pancakes on the table.

"Yum! My favourite!" I squeal.

"I'm glad you like pancakes so much! Maybe you should make yourself some," my dad jokes as he sinks his fork into the pancakes.

"Ha ha ha! Very funny. And you mean to tell me you made yourself pancakes but not me!? That was rude," I joke back.

I love my Dad. He's so funny. He's handsome too. His short brown hair is a mess. That's odd. I thought he worked today.

"Dad, are you gonna do something with... that?" I ask pointing to his hair.

"Oh, uhhhh... no. I don't work today. I booked today off."

"Oh, so you'll have no probably driving me to Jessica's then," I smirk.

"Oh, actually I do have a problem with that. It's 5 minutes away. You are perfectly capable of walking, kiddo!"

"Fiiiiiine!" I whine.

I slip on my shoes and I'm about to leave, but not before I say bye to my dog, Luna.

I walk out the door and begin my journey to Jessica's house when I hear something; no, someone!

"Hey! Loser!"

I spin around and look towards the voice. I see a guy. Probably the same age as me, thirteen or fourteen. He has blonde hair and blue eyes. And he's super hot! I mean drop dead gorgeous!

Being the loudmouth I am, I respond, "what the hell do you want!?"

He seems taken aback by my comment, but only for a second and then he regains his composure.

He starts walking towards me and I'm bracing myself for a fight; weather it's verbally or physically.

"I live two houses down from you, unfortunately," he mumbles.

"You're the unfortunate one!?" I retort.

"Ummm, ya," he begins, "I don't want to be seen living beside you."

"What the hell do you want from me? I didn't even know you existed until you made the terrible decision to talk to me," I snap.

"I'm gonna assume you're starting your first day of high school tomorrow, aren't you?" he asks. He doesn't give me a chance to respond, "all I'm trying to say is: you look like trouble. And I don't want any trouble. So stay out of my face, and I'll stay out of yours. Understand, Sweetie?" he says with a fake smile.

I only reply with one word. And that word is "jackass."

I give him he death stare, then turn around and start walking to Jessica's house.

What a jerk! Who does this guy think he is? He can't just go around talking to people like that.

I turn around and notice he's wearing a sweater. I turn back around and continue walking, but not before taking a glance at the name on the back of his sweater.