The Bad Boy Next Door

Part one

//bells pov\\
//enjoy\\

The tall buildings flew by the car window in a blur. I'm going to miss this city so much. I hate them for ripping me away from it. Only two days ago I was living it up with the perfect city life that every girl dreams of. What can I say? I belong in New York City not wherever they're taking me. They refuse to tell me probably because they knew I would never leave at my own will. Mom says she wants to "go off the grid". Honestly that terrifies me. All I know about our destination is that we had to ship all of our things. We fucking shipped it!!! Everything is already at the new house even our car, this is a rental. I refuse to be a good daughter so I've been giving them the silent treatment thanks to my lovely headphones. My music on full blast just to annoy the hell out of them.
*plane lands*
The plane came to a halt at it's loading gate, jerking me forward slightly waking me up. There were two beeps them a voice mixed with static filled the plane. "Hello passengers we have landed and will start clearing the plane momentarily. I hope you had a nice flight and hope you enjoy England" a perky flight attendant informed. Everyone stood and started gathering their things when I turned to my parents with a look of horror and anger and 'I will kill you for this' all in one. I was about to go off. "Ok! Let's get going" my dad said pushing us along before I could yell at them. Once we were trying to call a taxi outside I burst. "England?!?!" I yelled to both of them. "Sweetie-" my dad tried but I cut him off. " England?!" I said again. " You pulled me out of New York for this shit?!" My mother gasped and I shot her a 'save it' look. "You know when you said off the grid I thought you meant to another state NOT OUT OF AMERICA!!" A taxi pulled to the curb and that silenced the conversation. We all got in and I listened as my dad told the diver an address I assumed was the house. After a few minutes the driver who was around my age asked us where we were from. I will admit he was kind of cute. He kept glancing in the rear view mirror to look at my dad while he talked but he kept glancing over at me instead. We pulled into the neighborhood which looked kind of ok. I guess. But this doesn't change how angry it makes me to be here. Mom and dad went inside right away leaving me to pay the driver. "You have to excuse me I'm not familiar with the money here" I laughed awkwardly. I could feel my face getting hot. He laughed, "that's ok". His accent was light and sweet. As I handed him the money his hand lingered on mine. "Erm could I get your number as well?" I was shocked by his question but I smiled anyway. He loaned me a pen and I wrote my number on his hand. Once he drove off I looked around. A few neighbors the were curious were watching. Most came and welcomed us. Leaning on the side of the house two places down was a tall boy. He was watching. From the looks of it he was there for a while. He was possibly the most intimidating person I've ever seen. His hair was covering part if his face and his arms were crossed making his biceps pop even more. I scanned his tatted arms and realized just how large they were. It made me gulp. His whole outfit was black from his v-neck shirt to his skinny jeans to his vans. My eyes made it back to his face. As scary as he is he is extremely handsome. His lips were curved up slightly in a devious smirk. As my eyes traveled up more they locked with his. My cheeks turned fed when I realized he was watching me basically check him out. "Bell! Come help your father!" My mom called. I looked through the open front door for a second before going back to the boy, but he was gone. I shook my head and went inside. As I sit in my bed desperately trying to get tired-thank you jet lag- there was a knock on my door. "School starts on Monday!" My dada muffled voice rang through the door. Great can't wait. At least I have Sunday to try and settle in.