The Bad Boy Next Door

Chapter 3 :: New kid, New player

A.N. :: Hey guys! sorry for the slight wait. Had trouble getting myself to actually write a new chapter! XD Well I hope you like this chapter! BYEEEEE!!!! •3•

Londons POV :: 

I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock. BEEP BEEP BEEP!! 

“OK! I get it, im up!” i said to the alarm clock like I did on a normal day like this one. Swinging my arm over I smacked down on the snooze button. Switching off the alarm then switching it back on reseting it. Groaning I sat up and flung the covers off of me then swung my feet over my bed. My toes touched the cold hardwood floor. I grimaced and bent over moving my blue, fluffy slippers over to my feet. I slipped my slippers on then reached over and shook Nichole tell she groaned and cursed at me sitting up as well. She grimaced at me and reached over pushing me slightly. I laughed and stood up my black onesie covered my body. It was my favorite one. It was black and had weed plants all over it. Nichole scooted over and then climbed out and hugged me from behind. Laughing I turned my head to the side and she pecked my lips giving me a morning kiss like she usually does when she stays over. I scrunched up my nose slightly and she laughed letting go of me she walked to my CD case and picked out a CD putting it in. I knew which one she put in because they were her favorite. Pushing play when it was done loading Still Into You by Paramore began to play. She turned it up loud enough that the whole neighborhood would wake up. She walked to the window and opened it up, moving the curtains. She began to dance around like a weirdo and I got up joining her. This is why I loved my best friend she made me feel alive and happy. As we danced around stupidly we were laughing. I flopped on my bed because I got tired. Nichole did the same and we laid there catching our breath. After a couple minutes I got up and rummaged through my dresser and closet picking out an outfit for school. Nichole got up and Rummaged through her bag before pulling out what she needed. She walked into the bathroom closing the door to get ready. I changed in my closet. My black ripped skin tight jeans made my legs look slim and long. I had a black long sleeved band te on. My favorite band, Five Finger Death Punch. I put on of my black and vilolet chocker on with some black earings that were crosses. And I left the rest the same silver color. I ran a brush through my hair then tossed it around a little to make it look messy. Nichole walked out of the bathroom after about 20 minutes dressed and hair up in her perfect blue mohawk. Her eyes had thicked perfect black eyeliner that joined together from the top and bottom meeting at the end of her eye making a nice point. Blue eyeshadow filled in the rest of her eyelid. Her make up was always perfect! She had on a tight dark blue corset that had black lacy long sleeves. Tight leather pants shaped her long cury legs perfectly. With a black chocker and blue dangling earings. Walking in the bathroom I brushed my teeth then focused on doing my make up. I made a nice thick wing with my eyeliner then made a smoky eye. I finished my eyes then I put on a violet black lip stick on. Nodding in the mirror I walked out putting on my black and white converse while Nichole put on her black combat boots. She had turned off the stereo as i was getting ready and closed the window. Grabbing my black leather jacket that was on my chair i put it on leaving it unzipped. I grabbed my pack of cigerettes and put them in my school bag. Swinging it over my shoulder I saw that Nichole was doing the same with hers. Her black leather jacket was zipped up and she nodded at me I opened my door walking out. Walking into the kitchen I grabbed Nichole and me a monster. I walked down the hall looking in the living room. My mom was passed out on the couch with beer bottles sprawled all around her. I sighed and just walked out the front door with Nichole following behind. We walked to my most prized possession. My dad only left me one thing when he ditched us when I was 13 and that was my baby. It was a 1970 Chevelle SS454. And man did my baby shine. This was the only thing that I took real pride in. It was beautiful! Walking to the driveway I hopped in the drivers seat. I put my backpack on my lap as I fished out my cigarettes. I found them then through my backpack in the back as Nichole got in the passenger throwing her backpack in the back as well. I started up my car and heard her rev and then purr. I smiled at the sound. Man I love this car. I lit my cigarette taking a puff out of it as I saw my neighbor walk out of his house. He looked as hot as ever. I smirked as I saw him gazing at my car. I laughed and turned on the radio. I pulled out and turned so that I was next to his house and I smirked at him. I nodded at him as he walked to his motorcycle. “Nice ride!” I heard him yell at me and i responded yelling back,”Same to you.” His motorcycle was a beauty. It was all black and sparkled. I pulled away and made my way to school Nichole singing to the song that was playing.