Hey guys! So sorry this chapter is so short! I have most of the story written but I want to see where the first few chapters go before I put the whole thing up!
The Boy Next Door- Chapter 2
I looked around my new room. All of my belongings remained in their boxes, lined up against one wall of my room. The furniture was all set up, but I still needed to make my bed, and set up the essentials. I took my turquoise sheets and quilt from a box and fitted them around my bed. Then unrolled my fluffy white rug and set up a lamp on my nightstand. The bland tan color of the walls totally clashed with the rest of my decor. I would definitely be doing some paint shopping sometime soon. Until then, a few posters would have to do. I taped them to the walls and lay down on my bed. This was hard work! I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew, Tyler was shaking me awake, as it was dinner time. Joy.
I took a seat next to Ty, and across from Brad. He smiled his cheesy smile and reached for the salad.
"So, how do you two like the place?" He asked, looking from me to Ty and back to me. Excitement filled his eyes.
"It's nice." Ty answered, looking bored.
"Mhm." I agreed, stuffing a piece of bread in my mouth, making it impossible to talk.
"Well, I know there are some other kids around here, most of 'em hang out at the country club. Maybe you'd want to meet some friends before school starts?"
I nodded, swallowing the bread.
Mom and Brad made small talk for the rest of dinner, while me and Ty sat and watched, exchanging doubtful looks every few minutes.
"Can I be excused?" I asked, once I got too frustrated to sit there any longer.
"Of course sweetheart, I'll get your plate, why don't you go get some rest?" My mom smiled sweetly.
I nodded, and went upstairs. I moved all of the empty boxes to one side of my room, stacking them according to size. I then opened a new box. It was full of my books, and pictures of me and my friends. I arranged the books on the bookshelves in alphabetical order, and then put the pictures along the mantle above the fireplace. In the bottom of the box, there was a smaller box, filled with markers and pencils. I separated them into two different cups on my desk then moved on to the next box. I got my white curtains out, and then went to the window to hang them. As I reached for the top of the window, I discovered I had a perfect view into one of the windows in the house next door. The room had to belong to a boy, as the walls were painted cadet blue. There was a pinball machine in one corner of the room and a navy bean bag chair. Next, I noticed a figure walk in the room. It was a boy who looked about my age. He had tanned skin, and shaggy brown hair. He wore no shirt, only grey sweatpants that read, "Grover Baseball". I had to admit, he was pretty good looking. He slammed the door, and picked up a cell phone from his bed. He began yelling into the phone. He looked frustrated. Next, he threw the phone on his bed and sat down. He rested his head in his hands, then got up, and left the room, slamming the door once more. I sighed, looking up at the curtains. One side was hanging, but I couldn't reach the other. I was too short. I'd always been small, and I was okay with it, but sometimes, it was extremely frustrating.
"Ty!" I called, walking to his door. I knocked, but walked in before he could answer.
"Yeah?" He asked, putting a picture of him and his girlfriend, Becky, on his nightstand.
"I need help." I turned on my heel and went back to my room, where I pointed to the curtains. Tyler easily hung them, and then sat on my bed.
"I'm going to see Dad this weekend." He said, smoothing the sheets on my bed.
"And?" I asked, unpacking my clothes and putting them in my drawers.
"I want you to come."
"No." I said, stopping what I was doing.
"Why not? At least think about it."
"No, and you know why." I felt a lump forming in my throat.
"Come on Hails, you know you want to."
"I know, but I'm scared." I let the tears flow down my cheeks.
"Of what?" He asked, hugging me tight against his warm body.
"I feel like I don't even know him. I feel like it's my fault he never saw me."
"But it's not, it's their fault. Mom and Dad's fault."