The Boy Next Door

Chapter 2

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『 Chapter 2: Northwood  』

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**PREVIOUSLY**

I rolled my eyes, and followed my dad out the door, "I see you didn't change." he commented.

"I did."

"No, you put on another loose shirt."

"Another. Shirt. I changed.''

I smirked, knowing I got him.

"smart ass" He murmured then turned to me "ready to go?" he asked his voice sounding defeated.

"Sadly."

He frowned at me when we began to drive.

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The drive there, my father proceeded to give me a lecture. I ignored it all. I wasn't in the mood.

I turned up the music on my phone, and my dad stopped talking. Clearly getting the message. 

"Come on, you have to understand that the school isn't that bad?" I look at him, my eyes skeptical, taking my headphones out.

"You're right. The school isn't that bad." I began, then turned to mutter, "it's awful." He looked at me and furrowed his eyes, and I smile back sarcastically, putting my headphones back into my ear.

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As we arrived; 2 hours later, I remembered all the bus rides here for soccer games. I smiled a bit staring at the window. The thrill. The nervousness. The laughs, and the jokes about the stuck-up snobs. I giggled lightly then heard the door slam, taking me out of my thought. I got out, rolling my eyes. I moved my long hair off my shoulder and flipped to my back fixing my gold necklace that was rubbing against my chin, so I took it off shoving it my back jeans pocket. I looked up at the huge as a school.

So many windows.

I walked behind my dad checking my Instagram, stumbling in my dad raised his eyebrows. I opening my mouth and gasp sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at me then turned around coiling left, of course, I followed, looking around smirking.

Rich kids parents.

I smirked seeing the principle face light up.

"Hi! I'm Mrs. Holly." she smiled at me, and I smiled back weakly my eyes darting over to the office desk, with two girls and one guy looking at a folder. One lady whispering to him, and the other rolling her eyes.

I think I will like her; maybe the only one I'll like.

My dad followed Mrs. Holly over to a small room that stood in the back with red chairs that decorated the blank wall near the door. She waved us in as she sat at her desk, placing a clipboard in front of my dad, and then grinning at me.

"So..."

"Isabella"

My dad completed her sentence looking up from his clipboard.