Rebel Next Door ~ Crawford Collins

Thursday After School

"Faith go check the mail." My step mom said. "Alright!" I said. I grabbed the mail key and walked outside, it was hot. I looked over at Brooke's house which was at the end of the street. She said she had chores to do then she would come over. I walked toward the mail box, I looked at the neighbors house. They were washing their car, two boys were. I looked closer and saw.. No way. Crawford, the bad boy from school with the major dimple. There was another boy, he had green eyes and he was a bit taller then Crawford. I got the mail and as I walking back I hear someone say my name, "Faith!" I looked over and saw Crawford walking toward me. Great. "Hi." I said. "Do you live next door?" He asked smiling. His dimple killed me. I could never see myself with a guy like him. "Yeah." I said smirking. "Yo! Craw! Come on!" The other boy yelled. "Chris come here!" He yelled. The boy ran over to us. "Chris this is Faith she lives next door." Crawford said. "Hello pretty lady." Chris said. I just looked at him. "Umm. I have to go." I said walking off. "Call me!" Chris yelled. "No call me!" Crawford yelled. I turned around and looked at him and smiled, he smiled back.

I walked in the house. What was that Faith! You can't date him! He is bad! But he was so cute! No. Stop. Who was he? At school he was to cool to barley talk to me.. But here he was almost.. Normal.

*knock knock* I opened the door to see Brooke smiling, "alrighty! What's up with you and Crawford?!" She asked. "What are you talking about?" I laughed walking up the stairs. "I saw you talking to him!" She said loudly. I walked in my room, Brooke closed the door and jumped on the bed. "He likes you!" She screamed. "No he doesn't! I mean he can't.. I'm a well nerd and he is a bad boy." I said. "Bad boy.. Really what grade are we in just say Rebel!" Brooke said laughing. "You really think he does?" I said looking out the window. "Yeah!!" Brooke yelled. "We need to do something with your hair." She said twisting my short blonde hair. "Brooke what are you thinking?" I said backing away from her. She smiled, not a good smile. A scary smile.