You're mine.

Chapter 1.

I looked through the kitchen window, making sure to not be seen, not wanting to seem like a creeper, to the first neighbors we have had in years. A black sleek car pulled up into the now occupied house, beside ours. I was beyond curious. I watched as a tall boy, got out and stretched and started to look around at his surroundings. Our neighborhood was nothing great, but it was home. Only having a few houses here and there, and all the houses looked the same.

I realized that by getting caught up in my thoughts, I was currently making eye contact with someone, them being a good 100 feet away, and me not wearing my glasses, it was hard to decipher on who the person was. Regardless, I quickly shut the curtains backing away from the window slowly. Hearing the sounds and whistles of football on the tv in the living room letting me know that my twin brother Oliver was home. I walked in and sat on the couch beside him, and groaning.

He laughed as he looked over at me, "What are you upset about?"

"I just wanted to see, who was our neighbors and one of them looked hot, may I add." I held up a finger for emphasis, "And I made eye contact with them, and now they probably think I am some creeper."

"But aren't you?"

"No." I stated crossing my arms, and he laughed and turned the volume up on the tv, and I heard a knock on the front door, immediately jumping up to see who came to visit us, it was rare to get company.

And when I swung the door open, the one person I least expected was standing there with one dang smirk on his face, was Holland Meyers. His blue eyes shining in amusement as I stood there with my mouth in O shape, and I realized what I was doing and snapped out of it. "Why are you here?" I asked, and you could literally hear the annoyance dripping from my question. I did not like Holland freaking Meyers, aka the boy who was just arrogant and rude.

"Nice to see you too, Amelia."

I looked around, and was confused. "Who in the hell is Amelia?"

"You?" he questioned, and by the look on his face this asshole really thought my name was Amelia.

"You know what, no. Why are you here?" I asked, while leaning against the door frame.

"My mom wanted me to greet the new neighbors, so howdy neighbor!" He smiled, and my face dropped.

"Neighbor," I repeated. "Neighbor, you Holland are my what?"

"While you stand there like an idiot trying to figure out what being someones neighbor mean- I am going to go, see you at school tomorrow."

With a wink, he was off my front porch, and off to his house, which was unfortunately right beside mine.

He couldn't have moved to Texas or anything?