Here Comes Trouble

Chapter Two - "Jezebel." "Princess."

Justin's POV

Friday night, home alone. If that didn't spell loser and paste it on on my forehead, I don't know what did. Its not like I didn't have any friends, some people found me remotely interesting. Well...some meaning two, and they had plans today. Not that they weren't total losers like me, they were. But unlike me they had family obligations. People to come home to. Me? I had Baylor and homework. My dad didn't leave completely, he was just always working. Especially on weekends. It seemed devil girl liked to strike then, Dad's favorite criminal, although he would never admit it.

Currently, I sat in my room, doing homework, and listening to the rhythmic stylings of Drake. The heavy beat, and his voice contrasted perfectly. I don't listen to hip hop often, but when I do, its only Drake. If you pegged me right, you'd know I was into alternative and rock. Classic nerd music, because I was a classic nerd. Yes, comic books, video games, school work and all. And to top it off, I wore glasses. There was no way I could be anymore cliche.

What could be more mind numbingly annoying than typing a Biology paper, where you do nothing but use words with eight syllables, and pretend you know what you're talking about? The constant barking of your pregnant fatso dog. I know she wasn't hungry, because I literally just put food in her bowl. No way could she have eaten that so fast, no matter how pregnant and fat. Before feeding, I took her out for a walk, where she pooped all over Mr. Anderson's lawn. I could assure you I was going to hear about that on my way to school on Monday. She was just being a hormonal preggo who needed some attention.

You know what I didn't have time for? Giving her attention. I had waited until the last moment to finish a five page paper. So don't go thinking I don't give a damn about her, or that I'm abusive. Unfortunately I had a soft spot for her, and she was nothing but cute and annoying. She stole your food, then gave you affection. Tore up your pillows, then spent the day being rather attentive to your every need. Baylor is a sour patch kid, a commercial for bad behavior covered up by sickeningly sweet acts.

But her howls for attention turned into a girly squeal of excitement. It was ear piercing and held authority over my deafening music. What was a girl doing here? Let alone a girl screaming? It wasn't a shout of ecstasy or scream of terror. So dad wasn't banging some poor innocent girl's brains out-take that anyway you want-so I could go check out the scene without being scarred for life, and or a witness to a major crime.

I groaned as my bones ached and mildly complained in pain. Obviously sitting in one position was to much for my elderly physique. Counting to ten and then ten again before getting up. It was something I had to prepare myself for. Any type of physical act was a lot for me. Don't think I was some flab king, I had some type of muscle. P.E. affected my G.P.A. and my dad liked to participate in the father son games down at the precinct. Trust me, it had nothing to do with my consent. Willing and baseball would never be in the same sentence with me.

"Dad what is tha-Wow." I whispered, hitting the last step. She was an angel. Every single one of her features screamed pure beauty. Those full lips pulled into a smile, her hands tangled in Bay's fur. Her honey brown eyes shone with admiration, and excitement. She didn't have on loads of makeup, or even dressed nicely. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and she had on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. But she was so damn beautiful. Her smile, though, I couldn't stop staring at her smile.

Dazzling smile's eyes shot to mine, and she giggled. "Hey, name's Selena." Her hand extended to mine. It took a minute to register but soon I placed my hand in hers. My mouth formed a perfect 'o', and I seemed to have forgotten how to properly form a sentence. All those I.Q. points weren't coming in handy...at all. "The polite thing to do is respond with your name." Selena laughed, dropping our contact. My hand burned, where hers once was. I didn't know it I liked it, or not.