Hard Shell, Soft Core

Chapter 2| My New What?

"Do you know it's not 'fucking normal' to wrongly accuse someone of doing something they aren't doing." He pulls into the driveway of my neighbors house.

"I live here now. I'm your new neighbor."

"My New what!"

I'm stand there in shock. My mouth drops open so far it practically falls to the ground.

But this doesn't make any sense. I haven't seen any movers and Mr. and Mrs. Dawson would have told-. Wait a minute he has the same last name as the Dawson's.

"Wait are you Mr. and Mrs. Dawson's son?"

"What gave it away?" I roll my eyes at his comment.

"I never knew they had a son."

"That's because they don't.  Only one of them does. Anthony Dawson is my father, his wife is my step mother."

"How come your just moving he-."

"That's none of your god damn business!" He snaps at me with an icy cold expression.

He walks up to his front porch and slams the door behind him as he walks inside not even thinking twice to look back.

I guess I kinda got used to seeing his sarcastic smirks all the time, that his facial expression took me by surprise.

I look down at my phone remembering I still had Abby on the line.

"Abby I'm so sorry, I totally forgot you we-."

"Oooh. Someone has a stalker. Look at you making friends already." She interrupts me without even caring that I forgot she was on the phone.

"I think not. He is not my friend and come to find out, not my stalker either. He's just a new student at our school that just so happens to be my neighbor."

"So it's a he, oh we definitely have some serious talking to do. So is he cu-."

"Bye Abby, gotta go mom is calling."

"No she isn't,  your hom-." I hang up the phone before she can finish her sentence to escape that dreadful conversation.

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I walk inside of my own house immediately regretting it.  I see Leah my younger sister sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, crying traumatically.

I close the door the front door gently catching her attention. She looks up at me with bloodshot eyes. I run to her side and stroke her hair.

"Ryn, they're arguing again." She speaks with a shaky voice.

"How long have they been going at it?"

"Ive only been here for half an hour, but they were arguing when I got in."

*SLAM*

Both our heads snap towards the top of the stair case.

"Stay here." I kiss the top of her head and walk up the stairs quietly not wanting to get caught by my parents.