Childhood Enemies Part 11~

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Small Bump~ Ed Sheeran

Odio~ Romeo Santos ft Drake ( to all my Hispanic people, some nice bachata 😉)

Moments~ One Direction

TV Show: Hell's Kitchen!! (Chef Ramsay is life!)(See Season 6 it's my favorite season!)

I probably stood there staring at my door for five minutes trying to digest the last word Javier said to me that one name that sent shivers down my spine. That name, that stupid nickname that haunted me for years.

Javier, could that really be him?

But that couldn't be him he died in juvie, police officers came knocking to Linda's house and gave her the news. Nobody survived that fire.

And how would Javier gotten to England with what money if everyone thought he was dead? And how in the world did he get into Cambridge one of the most sophisticated schools in the entire world.

He was failing in highschool majority of his classes. No way, it couldn't be him. It just didn't seem right.

Javier wasn't into that typical frat boy thing, he was a bad boy he didn't fall into those cliques it just wasn't him.

Before even thinking what I was doing I grabbed my phone, and put on some vans and ran out the dorm going in a hunting mission for Issac, if that was even his name.

I ran off to where I first met him in that stupid Frat house.

For some odd reason my legs knew the direction to that house and I was there in 5 minutes probably. I knocked in the door no answer, I then started banging it.

I banged it until finally the same guy who Lily introduced to me opened the door. He was shirtless with some sweats that were hanging low I'm not going to lie he looked good, but I looked away realizing that I was checking him out.

I shouldn't even be doing that I have a boyfriend now.

He wolf whistled and didn't even hide the fact that he was checking me out from head to toe, he was pretty much eye raping me.

"Are you done checking me out or may I say eye raping me?" I sneered.

"A couple of more minutes would be wonderful." He seductively said.

"Well how about no, where's Issac?"

"Damn baby why are you looking for him when you can have me all for yourself?"

"Aww sorry I don't like kids, I like men. So where is he?"

"Fiesty, sexy. Well he's in his room." He shrugged.

"Okay, and where is that?"

"In the house." He sarcastically said.

"Look moron I don't need your sarcasm where is he?" I said pushing him out of the way entering the house now.

"Up the stairs to your right, third door." He said amused at the fact that I pushed him out the way and entered the house without consent.

"Thanks asshole." I sarcastically said and made my way up the stairs.

I walked upstairs, and just seeing the stairs made me cringe. The whole house was a mess and it was disgusting.

Food, redcups, alcohol, condoms, there was even a thong or two in sight.

It was just so disturbing. I knocked on the door, and I heard a ,"Leave me the fuck alone Caleb."

I immediately recognized that voice, Issac's. Without second questioning myself I opened the door and walked right in not forgetting to slam the door.

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