Just the thought of it

Chpt.1

Boom. My door slams open as I pull my pillow over my head. "Melonie, if you don't get your lazy ass out of bed, you'll be late for school !" My mom wakes me. Ugh. I hate waking up early, especially if it's on a Monday for school. High school is boring, but my mom quotes " these four years count, so make something out of it ". I get it she wants the best for me, but life as a sixteen year old isn't quite satisfying.

"Melonie, it's 7:15!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I yell back.

I quickly brush my teeth, wash my face and decide what I'm going to wear. I choose my high waisted shorts, with my white crops top, and doc martens. By the time I'm done curling my hair and finish my makeup, it's 7:50. Thank goodness my school is five minutes away. I look in the mirror one last time and grab my phone, backpack, and run out the door. I find my brothers fighting over the last slice of bacon when I come down stairs into the kitchen. I swear, boys are weird and disturbing.

"Just give up, you ate like four slices already!" my brother Derek yells.

"So? I don't care!" my other, annoying brother, Raymond yells.

My older brother Raymond is twenty-four and still can't find his own place to live, but being manager at La fitness for him, is a "stable job". Derek, my younger brother, practically lives on the football field. He says that "once he steps foot on the field, no one else matters", except his girlfriend who is one of the main cheerleaders.

"Would you both stop arguing over a damn piece a bacon and shut up ?!" my older sister Amanda yells.

"Maybe they would if you stop taking pictures of yourself every five minutes!" my mother raises her voice louder.

I get it that taking pictures are memories when you grow old, but taking snapchats every single second isn't a memory, it's an obsession of yourself. My sister Amanda, head cheerleader, and also a senior, has quite an obsession of her self. Every time she walks in front of a mirror she stares and adds another layer of her freakin makeup! As you can see, my home is like a zoo, wild and care free.

As I walk out the door and head to school, I notice someone, some guy under the tree on the other side of the street. He's wearing black jeans, white t-shirt, and a blue sweatshirt. I've got to admit, he looks mighty fine. As I fantasize over him in my head, he started laughing with one of his friends and looked my way. Crap, he noticed me. I hope I don't look dumb, wait of course I do, I was just caught staring at him! Great, just great, now he's walking my way.

I feel my jaw drop down to the cement, as he walks from under the tree and into the sun. I quickly notice his hazel green eyes, the way they shine under the sunlight. His hair sticks up in the front, in a messy, hot way. He looks absolutely perfect. As he crosses the street, he looks up and smiles at me. At me ! I am completely frozen.

"Hey" the gorgeous stranger said.

"Hi" I stupidly reply. Ugh. why does he have to be so good looking ?

"So, I see we live across the street from each other, and I'm also assuming that we must go to the same school?" He replies.

"Uhm, yea I guess so ...." Way to keep it real Melonie, my stupid subconscious reminds me. " Err, what grade you in, you look like your eighteen or something?"

"Haha, uhm no I'm actually seventeen and I'm a junior."

"Oh, me too, but I'm sixteen", wow way to make conversation. As I look down at my phone, it's eight o'clock. Crap, I'm late." I think I should go, it's really late, I'll see you around ?"

"Oh yea sure, but I think I should drive you, you know walking can be very dangerous if alone", he says with a smirk.

He takes my hand in his, wow, their soft. " I don't bite, I promise" he laughs.