Neighbors

Chapter 11

"Wow, Andy. That's an attractive look for you. Haven't you heard? Bruises are the new black." Calum grinned at me as I walked out my front door, and met him on the porch. He probably thought he was being humorous, so I decided to rain on his parade.

"You do realize, that if you get hit hard enough a bruise will be a black color." I said in a condescending voice, one that you would use on a young child who asked you how babies are made. The teasing look in his eyes faded, and was replaced with a pout. His big lips were pursed, and his adorabe brown eyes were shimmering with tears as he pulled off the puppy dog look.

Look away, Andy. Look away! You can't face the Cal Pal face alone. I turned my head, and pretended to be interested in the bush that was in Luke's yard. To be honest, it was a pretty sexy bush though. Not that I'm into that kind of stuff.

I hummed a high pitched tune, and rocked my headhead back in forth, letting Calum know that I was ignoring the most heart melting expression on the face of the planet.

He wasn't having any of that though. Calum lightly grabbed my chin, and turned my face so I was looking at him. His bottom lip was shaking slightly. The temptation to give up on life, and just fluff his hair and cuddle him was beggining to take over. God I sound like Mikey. Wanting to cuddle everything that walks...

Groaning, I patted the top of his head. Careful not to ruin his hair, which he probably spent white a while on. Not as much time ad Luke though, that type of perfection takes time.

"I'm sorry Cal. Forgive me?" I gave my best attempt at an innocent smile, which was hard given my personality. But it seemed to please him enough because he dropped the abandoned runt puppy look, and pinched my cheeks affectionately. At least he didn't pinch them like my grandma, who I'm pretty sure tries to amputate my cheekbones.

"Of course I forgive you. What would I do without my sarcastic little American friend who has a weird accent." He smiled cheekily, and I rolled my eyes playfully at his teasing demeanor.

"You love my 'accent' and you know it."

"I happen to find your accent adorable. But lets face it, we all know chicks dig the Australian's."

I decided to ignore his completely acurrate statement. "C'mon Cal, we have to start walking to school, otherwise we'll be late."

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Calum and I met the rest of the group by the front doors where a bunch of the other students were gathered. Not many wanted to step foot inside of the brick building of horror until they absolutely had to. Who would? Grouchy, old lady teachers yelling at you for you hall passes before school starts, creepy janitors, and freshman, or year 9's as the Australians call them, that don't seem to be able to see 6 inches in front of them, and are constantly running into you.

I pulled my phone out of my bra, thank you school uniforms, its not like we need pockets or anything, and checked the time. 7:45. We still had 15 minutes to spare.

"See, Andy. I knew we weren't gonna be late."

"We would have been if we stayed there."

"Uh uh."

"Yes, we would've."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"That's not true-"

"Would you 2 children shut up already?" Ashton ssaid in an exasperated voice. I switched my attention from Calum, to him, because he almost never loses his cool.

He and Luke were in a heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. "You guys were distracting me." Ashton explained to me when he glanced over, and noticed my questioning expression. I raised my eyebrows at him momentarily before shrugging, I'm really not surprised.

"Okay well I'm gonna head to class now. See you guys later." I adjusted the straps of my backpack so it fit more comfortably before abandoning the guys, and walking to the drug posterless front doors.

The halls were not as crowded as usual because it was the time of day where everyone was mostly  outside with their friends, or waiting in their classroom for first period to start. There were a few unmentionable exceptions.

A few of the students standing in the halls smiled at me, and offered a small wave. I didn't know or recognize any of them, so I assume I either talked to them, danced with them, or made out with them at Mikey's party a few days ago. Feeling polite, I smiled back, despite the fact that their memories of me were most likely a completely wasted chick in a bikini who had no idea what she was doing.

I also noticed and exceptionally cute boy looking at me from the corner of his eyes. Okay, he was glaring at me. But at least it was me is eyes were on. When he saw that I caught onto his intimidating stares, he abandoned is subtleness, and turned his whole head to look at me walking past him.

He smirked, and his brown eyes seemed to turn a shade darker. There was no playfulness, or kindess in his eyes. There was look of cruelty, and pure hatred. It kinda scared the shit out of me. What did I ever do to him? Except maybe check him out for a few seconds. But guys like when girls check them out, it boosts their ego, so there isn't a reason for him to be looking at me like that.

I frown slightly, and give him a 'wtf' look before inching my way to the other side of the hallway where sadly, my locker was. My fingers fumbled, making me screw up my combination. I could feel his eyes on me, and it was absolutely killing me not to look back. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Or so I thought. Not looking at a person who you can feel looking at you, is like not checking your surroundings when walking through a dark forest and hearing a branch snap. Its freaking impossible.

I adjust my stance to the side a little bit so I can inconspiculously avert my eyes in his direction and be done with it. But when I go to look behind me, there's a loud echoing noise of a locker being hit, and an arm in my face.

Nuh uh buddy. Personal space. I go to walk in the other direction, but he puts his other arm in the way, blocking my path. He has me trapped. I put my back up against he lockers, and stare at him with my eyebrows raised. This was too cliche to the point where I wasnt experiencing any submissive thoughts.

"Can I help you with anything? Or are you going to continue to flaunt your b.o. in my face?" In all honesty, he didn't smell that bad, but anybody who gets in my face is risking having their pride slapped.

He gave me a momentary look of confusion, and disbeleif before replacing it with a sly, but still evil looking facial expression.

The boy leaned in and put him lips right next to my ear, letting them lightly brush up against the lobe as he whispered into it.

"I'm just thinking of all the things I want to do to you."

My eyes go wide in surprise, and I put my hands on his chest, and attempt to push him away. Despite my futile attempts, he grabs my wrists, and pins them above my head.

I want to punch myself when I whimper, you never let your enemy know when feel helpless.

"How about you get the fuck away from her."

My wrists are released when my captor is pulled away from me, and shoved into the lockers just a few feet away from me. A few threats were spat at him, and he sauntered away, an even more deadly look to him.

With a relieved smile on my face, I pushed myself away from the lockers.

"Hi, I'm Reeve." The new boy said. I took in his appearance, he had light brown hair, and adorable brown eyes. He was wearing a proud grin due to saving me, and that made him even cuter. It concerned me that his nose was all black in blue. Maybe his expertise was saving damsel's in distress. I even blushed slightly when he offered his arm to escort me to my 1st class.