The Boy Next Door

Chapter 1

To: @AskMysteryGirl
From: @DatelessCheerleader

Dear AskMysteryGirl,

As you know in my last message that I joined the cheerleading squad to get Justin ( a football player) to finally notice me. It didn't work! I even made up a cheer just for him, I failed miserably. He thought it was totally lame and now won't talk to me. Would should I do? I really like him. Help me!
-DatelessCheerleader

I stare at my laptop screen in disbelief. Who would join especially a cheerleading squad to just get some guy's attention. Personally I would never do that. No girl should try that hard to get a guy to notice you. Period. I hit reply.

Hey DatelessCheerleader,

Maybe joining the cheering squad wasn't such a good idea. Yes he may have the dreamy eyes, perfect hair, and gorgeous smile, but you shouldn't be trying that hard to get his attention. Join something that you will actually enjoy. Then let the right guy come around and fall in love with the REAL YOU. Who knows it could be Justin. ;)
-AskMysteryGirl

I hit send and smile at myself, I think I do a good job in answering these questions. I love helping girls with their problems... My thoughts are interrupted by the yelling of my mother, from downstairs. I swear she can wake up a whole city with that voice, the neighbors already complained about her yelling. Not to mention, the police came....twice...

"Angelina! Your friend is here!" She yells.

I close my laptop, climb off my bed, and open my bedroom door to answer her back.
"Okay! Send her up mom!"

I let my pink hair out of my messy bun, and letting my curls fall down my back inches away from my butt. I have long hair, I don't really like it but my mom let me decide between cutting it or dying it pink. I choose dying it pink, it's my favorite color. My family makes fun of me, I'm 18 years old, going on to 19 in a few months, and I still have a favorite color. I don't see what the big deal is, but whatever.

I take my brush off my dresser, and brush my messy hair back into a bun, and put my glasses over my blue eyes. My friend Jenn hates them. She says they hide my eyes from its true beauty, I don't care, all I want is to see properly. I stare at myself in the mirror, the setting sun shine on my pale skin. I cringe my nose realizing I really need a tan.

"Oh no! I don't have any pants on!" I gasp. I look around my messy room for my pj pants. When I'm alone I like to be comfortable and relax in my underwear, I have boy shorts on at the moment, Jenn has seen me in them before but that was by accident, I don't want that to happen again.

I see my pink, duck pj pants on my bed, I grab them and quickly put them on. The right leg starts giving me trouble, as I try to put it on, and start to hop on my left foot.
"Come on you stupid pants!" I yell, then tripping over a pillow, I fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Jenn quickly opens the door in shock, but then bursts out laughing at what she sees. I'm on the floor with my legs in the air and half in my pants on.

"Why are on the floor? And why is your pants half on? What were you doing?" She says in between laughs.

Jenn and I have been friends ever since we were daycare. Her mom owned it, then my mom and her mom have been friends ever since. They moved away for a few years when both of us were about 10 but we still kept in touch with each other. They moved back when it was my 15th birthday party, it was my present actually, my mom knew about it a few months before. To my luck, they moved a few houses next to ours. So you can say I have two homes.

She dyed her hair ombré blue when she heard that I dyed mine pink. Her hair used to be black, but the black only is only shown halfway, her hair is straight and it goes to her shoulders. It was long but she's allowed to cut it. She also has green eyes and a lip piercing. I tried to get one, didn't work to well. Let's just say I'm not a very good lair.