The Boy Across the Fence

Prologue

        A slender blonde highschool girl, surrounded by friends, stalked across the Bryce C. High School campus. Kids in her way parted or moved aside, watching her warily. After all, she had a reputation for flaming temper directed at anyone who got in her way. The girl's hair was curled to perfection. Her clothes were expensive and fashionable. Fake red nails clutched her school books. Bright red lipstick defined her pouty lips, and her eyes were heavily made up. She slowed, spotting her prey: a group of tall teenage boys in her grade wearing hoodies and some carrying skateboards. One boy was clearly the one they all looked up to and considered a leader; he was the one in the front of the group, talking and laughing with his buddies, and the best-looking. The girl fluffed up her hair and headed towards him.

        "Marc!" she called, her voice high and sweet. She pulled in her stomach and angled her body so her chest was clearly noticeable. Swinging her hips, she advanced on the group of boys with her friends close behind. The guy in front, Marc, looked up and saw her. His smile dimmed a tiny bit, but he recovered it quickly. 

        "Hey, Angelina," he said. He turned to the guys at his side. "Just a sec, bro," he muttered, giving a good-natured clap on the back of the nearest one before walking away to greet Angelina.

        As soon as he was within reach, Angelina pulled him closer and gave him a sloppy kiss on the lips. He returned it with less passion, pulling back as soon as possible. Indifferent to his reluctance, Angelina hung onto his arm and said, "By now, we're definitely going to win Best Senior Couple in the yearbook next year! I've been ensuring our spot there since the beginning of this year, and everyone thinks we're cute together!" She beamed and fluttered her eyelashes.

        Marc looked into her eyes, hoping his smile was convincing. It was true, there was a lot of pressure on them being together. She had been pestering him even since middle school, spreading rumors of her big crush and dramatizing the whole affair. They were the most popular boy and girl -him, because he was friendly, kind, and easygoing, and she, because she was admirably gorgeous, rich, and had impeccable style. He had finally collapsed under the pressure and asked her out, and after that Angelina had worked her hardest to keep them a tight couple. The whole school idolized them as a perfect couple.

        In truth, Marc was embarassed by all the physicalities Angelina made sure were priorities in their relationship. Sometimes he asked himself why he had even asked her out in the first place and got himself into that mess when he had never really, truly liked her. Theirs wasn't a relationship worth keeping, and he had attempted to break up with her several times already. But when he sat her down for a serious talk about ending the relationship, she would burst into tears and sob uncontrollably, asking him why he would do this to her and speaking of betrayal and heartbreak and you-never-loved-me-in-the-first-place-did-you?'s until he couldn't take it anymore and would tell her they were doing fine, he was just concerned, but he didn't really want to break up.

         A few times, and more times recently, Angelina would yell and argue and in her anger even threaten Marc, though he obviously didn't take it seriously ("I swear, if you tell me we can just be friends I will personally KILL YOU!" or "I can tear down your good reputation piece by piece until you have NOTHING left!" dramatically yelled and then the tears would come.) She would apologize, sniffling, through her tears ("I- I just don't want to lose you!" and then sobbing) and he would be right back to the beginning. It was a nightmare trying to talk sense into Angelina, and he had finally decided it might just be better for both of them to just stay where they were, at least for a little bit longer, and then he would try again. Marc felt cowardly for doing so, but he figured it was for the best. For the time being, he let her kiss him and hang onto him the way she liked to. It seemed that just being Angelina's boyfriend came with those things, and to reject her physically was to reject her emotionally as well, and bring him right back to trying to soothe her heartbroken sobs. Besides being afraid of her wrath, Marc also was apprehensive about what kind of drama would surround him at school for breaking up with her. There was just so much pressure on them, as they were the most popular couple.

        Now their relationship troubles were starting to affect Marc personally. He often woke up tired from her sending angry text messages late at night and him spending half the night trying to reason with her. When that wasn't going on, he was lying awake wondering what the best thing was to do. He would resolve to break up with her, but then facing her at school the next day he wouldn't be able to do it. Angelina had power over him, and she knew it. She also knew the best ways to exert it to keep things running the way she wanted them.

        Angelina grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close, her eyes hungrily raking up and down his face. She brushed his lips with hers, and told him softly, "My parents aren't home tonight. If you want to come over..." she smiled against his closed lips. Pretending he hadn't gotten the hint, Marc stepped back and nodded. "Yeah, actually, I'm busy tonight," he said nervously, hoping she wouldn't be mad. It just didn't feel right. He had a feeling she knew deep inside her that she was fighting for a hopeless cause, but she just kept on pushing him to keep up the relationship. "Mm," Angelina said indifferently, but she looked disappointed. "Well, see you 'round," he told her, backing up before she asked him why exactly he was busy. She narrowed her eyes. "I'll talk to you again after school, Marc," she said, and there was warning in her voice. He nodded, relieved he had gotten off so easy, and turned to walk back to his friends, who were chatting with Angelina's posse.

        He could feel her eyes watching the back of his head as he walked. He gave his head a tiny shake, small enough so she wouldn't see. It's just not right, he thought. It's just not right.

        A little less than a year later, two nights before their senior year of highschool would start, our story begins...

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A/N: Sorry to interrupt this amazing suspense... -yes, that is a compliment to myself :P- but I just need to say one thing.

I've dedicated this prologue to fearlesstides, who first introduced me to Wattpad not too long ago!!! (This is my very first story -I know, it makes me nervous...) Fearlesstides and I are friends (in real life) and I am so grateful to her for introducing me to this amazing site!!!

If you have time, please go check out her story, Aria. 

Check out the media box, too! Thanks to CountryGrl101 for making that cool cover!!!

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