The Good Boy Gone Bad

Prolouge- From a Big World to a Small Town

Chapter 1

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I rounded the corner of the hallway, nearly sliding down the wooden flood in my fuzzy socks. I giggled to myself. As I jogged quickly down the stairs, I sang the lyrics of the blasting song blasting into my ears from my headphones. I turned around, now facing the stairs. And dropped to my knees, and started singing louder. I then stood up, continuing my very annoying sing off with the my eyes shut tightly, I was focused.

There was a sudden tap on my shoulder, and I turned around, opening my eyes and taking one headphone muff off of my ear. "Kaia?!" My father yelled at me, his hands on his hips. "I've been calling you for five mibutes!" He scolded about my obliviousness.

"Sorry!" I fussed back, I was enjoying myself, that is before he interrupted. "I couldn't hear you." I scoffed, holding my phone up and shaking it side to side, as if calling him stupid.

"Can you go pack?!?" My father demanded sternly. My smile wiped off immediately. Had someone in the family died? I wasn't used to last minute packing. Nonetheless packing without given a reason why to.

"Why?" I asked with concern.

"We're moving god damn it. If you hadn't been blasting that fucking noise, you would've heard me the first time!" My father shook. And made me uneasy on the spot.

I ran up to her room, crying and making a mess of things. At this point, I didn't even want to know why we were moving. I just wanted to cry and sleep. And go see David.

After about a half hour of me taking this all in and wasting a perfectly good days makeup, I finished packing and brought all 5 bags of stuff down stairs, lying it all out in the living room foyer. My dad and I didn't have to pack much, since most of the furniture we used to have was burned in a fire, which also took my mom along with it. The remaining things, like furniture and things like that was explained to me that it was going to be going into one of those transportation cars, like a Uhaul. And I was also told from my long conversation from my father, that I would be moving to a small town in Massachusetts, where Thomas, my childhood friend still lived.

Through out my preteen years, I'd gone to visit my grandparents over in Massachusetts. And had found myself spending an awful amount of time with the neighbor across the street, Thomas. We got along fairly well and but then it came the time when my grandfather passed away, and I spent my time preferably at grandmas, comforting her the day after thanksgiving. Ever since, I hadn't talked to him, not since I was 12. But now that I was moving to the place I'd spent my childhood answering the dirt roads on my bike, I guess I'd have at least one friend to start the school year off with.

"Your Aunt Brenda is moving in here though. That's how we sold the house so quickly." My dad informed me.

"Can I go see David?" I asked, totally dismissing what he just said.

"Sure. But no fooling around." He said, like a stereotypical father.

"That's what Marley is for, dad." I sneered at the thought of them two together, but then yet again I had to deal with the two dumbasses everyday.

I closed the front door behind me, crossing the road after I looked both ways. I made my way across the street, and walked across the lawn in front of David's house. I rang the door bell twice, turning around to see the cars racing behind me on the road. But then I saw Marley's car, and the door opened. I was happy to see it was David, not that redhead.

"Hey... Kaia, this isn't a good time..." David started, I could tell he was uncomfortable with my existence at his front door step.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked curious.

Marley appeared behind David, and I could physically feel my heart sink. "Uh, yeah. If you could come back like tomorrow or something?" He out out there.

"Well that's the thing, I'm act-" I started, but was interrupted by Marley. Isn't that a dogs name anyway?

"If you could just leave us alone, that'd be great." She said snotty and all. Ugh, I just wanted to punch her fake boobs.

"Y-yeah, sure." I stuttered nervously. I didn't want David to think I was annoying, so I agreed to the compliances.

"Alright." David farewelled me, and he didn't even know I was going to be gone for good. He shut the door, and I stood there for a second, wondering if I should throw some toilet paper all over his house, or walk away and cry in my room. So, being a moderately horrible person, and awfully sabotaging, I walked across the busy dirt road to get to my backyard, the mile long vineyard. And walked far and fast in between isles, making my way back home as I has many times before. I rampaged into the back of the house, slamming the door behind me.

"Kaia?" My father yelled, a concerned tone in his voice. I could just tell he was going to ask if I did something stupid this time around with David.

"What?" I complained.

"What happened?" He asked as I slowly passed his work office full of boxes, I entered the room, plumping myself on the comfortable couch.

"He didn't listen, Dad. Okay?" I say upset. Usually David listened to me, and nodded in perfuse tension to ease off my daily insecurities, but he was on edge today. Maybe something happened...

"Well, was Marley there?" He scoots towards me. "You know whenever she's there that he acts differently."

"Yeah..."

"Maybe they broke up." He suggested kindly, but I knew right off the bat that he was wrong.

"No." I schooled. "They'd never break up... He's to pretty, and she's too, well, Marley."

My dad sighed at my ignorance. But I was sure as hell right. Marley was thin, and tan. She has medium blonde hair, and over powering green eyes, with a radiant vine that over powered her fake boobs and butt.

"Forget David, you can do better." My dad says, as it that's supposed to make me feel better. Well remember Kaia, he never was good at that.

He stood up and walked off, leaving me with a pat on the shoulder. What. The. Hell. Dad.