The boy next door

I'll make it up to you

When I woke up my pillow was socked. At first I had no idea why but then I remembered what happened last night. I started shacking and everything became blurry for a split second. I shook my head and got out of bed.

After I brushed my teeth and put my clothes on I went downstairs to see Santana moping the floor and my mom in the kitchen. I put my serial in my bowl and added milk. I jumped when my mom said, "Morning sweetie, how did you sleep?" "Oh my god mom you scared me!" I cried. She looked confused and said, "Uh okay." I replied, "Sorry I just didn't wt any sleep last night. So I'm just a little jumpy." Santana walked into the room and said in her Latin accent, "Oh Malia why didn't you get any sleep? Are you okay?" I froze. I faked a smile and lied, "Ya I'm fine."

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My mom dropped me off and I went to my locker. I grabbed my Chemistry books and I yelled when I felt someone poke me. "Whoa chill Malia! It's just me," Lita said with a startled look. I sighed in relief, "Sorry it's just that I haven't gotten any sleep last night. Something really strange happened to me."
"Tell me everything," she said.

After I explained to her what happened she looked confused and worried. "Do you know who it could have been?" she asked. "No but I'm pretty sure it was a male silhouette," I replied. "Well do you know who would do that?" she asked again. I paused for a second to think and I saw Derek three feet away walking by. We saw each other but he kept walking. 'Derek' I thought to myself. 'Was it him?' No it can't be! "Hey Malia you in there?!" Lita said and nudged me. "I have to get to class see you later." And I walked away without another word.

I walked into chemistry class and I saw everyone chatting and laughing. And then I saw Derek at our spots with his head down and hoodie up. I walked over to my spot and I saw Derek... drawing. But when he saw me he crumbled the paper and shoved it in his pocket. I sat down without saying a word to him. I'm still so upset at him that he didn't show up yesterday at detention. So until he apologizes then I'll forgive him.

The bell rang and Mr. Lepore told us to take out our books. Derek raised his hand and said, "Sorry sir but I don't have my book, so can I go home." Mr. Lepore rolled his eyes and pointed towards my direction, "You'll be sharing with Malia then." "Mr. Lepore why does he have to share with me? I mean there are other kids in this class room!" I protested. "Malia please," the teacher told me as if he wasn't begging but as if he was ordering me to do so. I said through me teeth, "Fine."

Derek took out a pencil and started doodling on a corner of my book. "Hey knock it off," I ordered him. "Why?" he said amusingly. "Because I said so and I like having clean books," I replied firmly.
"Wait you're saying you've never doodled in your books?" I shook my head. "What the fuck. What kind of human doesn't draw little figures or drawings in their books?" he asked with such shock. "Me," I said. "You're not human." I let out a chuckle and he half way smiled. I shook my head and said coldly, "This doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did yesterday." He rolled his eyes and leaned his head back. "You're still onto this?" I replied, "Ya I am. You said you'd be there and you wer-" I stopped. I slightly leaned my head to the left and I saw a bloody bruise on his cheek bone. I took him by the chin and turned his head so I can fully see his side profile. "Damn girl you just gave me wip-lash." I ignored him and said "Oh my god Derek what happened?!" "Let go. Don't touch me!" he demanded. When I took my hand off he said, "Nothing happened for fucks sake!" I didn't say a word. I just looked at the bruise and then him. He closed his eyes and his hands turned into fists. "This is why I didn't show up okay. I was caught up in a fight!" he said angrily. "Who did you get into a fight with? Who did this to you?" I said a little bit shook. "Jesus do you need to know everything? You're so fucking annoying!" I opened and closed my mouth trying to find what to say. "You know what? You deserve that bruise. You deserve being beaten. Because someone needs to teach you a lesson. You stupid ass prick!" I said emotionless. He looked straight into my eyes with such... nothing. There was nothing in his eyes. No soul. And all he did was laugh coldly.

The bell rang and I stormed out of class. 'I HATE DEREK!' I kept saying to myself. I heard someone call my name and I turned around. When I saw who it was I groaned. "Get away Derek!" I slightly yelled. "Can you just stop walking and listen." I was about to say something but right when I opened my mouth he said, "No. Stop. Talking."

"I'm sorry for what I said. I'm sorry I didn't show up. I just have bad temper," he went on. "But I'll make it up to you," he smirked while raising an eyebrow. Oh god this will be good. He's probably going to like do my homework for a week or something. "I'm going to take you out somewhere special tonight." I froze. "Wait what? You want to take me out on a date?" I laughed coldly to cover my worried look. "Not exactly. But I'm sure you want it to be a date," and he winked. "I do not! And I'm not going ANYWHERE with you. You hear me?" He replied, "Oh I hear you. But all I'm understanding is that you want to go out with me. And who can blame you if I were you, I'd want to go out with me too," he smiled mockingly. "I'm NOT going out with you Derek, you got me!" He bit his lip and looked down at me, "I'll pick you up at eight Butterfly." And he walked away before I can protest. I hate the sound of that, 'butterfly'. I kept saying that in my head head 'butterfly, butterfly, butterfly'.

As I walked through the hallways I looked down. I froze. I lifted my head up and said with wide eyes, "Oh shit, I have a date with Derek Materazzi..." And the name 'Derek Materazzi' floated through my mind like an echo.