The Boy Next Door

Chapter 1

The boy next door

CHAPTER 1:

My name is Nicole Luxford. I'm a 17 year old girl in grade 11 and as any normal teenage high school student. I'm doing homework. Yay. I'm usually a smart straight A student. But sadly my grades are dropping from A's to C's.

Ever since my new neighbours moved in I've been distracted by them. Curiously watching their actions. Don't call me a freak or a stalker. But you wouldn't be able to stop it either. Their family is perfect. Especially the looks of them all. Xaviour Donavan the husband/father has dirty blonde hair and green eyes. He's tall and muscular and happens to be around his late thirties or early forties. Veronica Donavan is his lovely wife. Around the the same age as her husband but still manages to look her damn best at this age. She has long straight black hair, amazing blue eyes. Her tall slim figure holds perfect curves a grown woman should have. Kacey the adorably cute blonde haired little girl who has similar features as her father. She only seems to be around 6 but she has her fathers green eyes and hair. I see her sometimes in the front yard riding her purple and black bike with training wheels.

Last of them all is Jackson Donavan. He is a boy that is my age maybe a bit older. Jackson shares the resemblance of his beautiful mother. His dark black hair stands up on his head with him effortlessly running his fingers through styling it. His eyes are the colour of an aquarium blue. And his body is very strong tan and muscular. Bulkier than his father.

The Donavan family have been distracting me. Not on purpose or anything but it's not their fault they have great good looks. It's their status. They look like a big happy family but like all familes they aren't perfect. I lay in my bed at night some times hearing Jackson and his father arguing. But no ones perfect.

From time to time I look out my window and see Jackson in his room. I forgot to mention that. Well as I do my home work usually he's in his room looking just so heavenly handsome.

Tonight as I've mentioned I'm doing my home work. Hopefully I won't get distracted whilst working.

Just having my luck I look up to a damp Jackson in long black track suit pants and is shirtless. That god for saken body is tan and toned. Noticing that he most likely just got out of the shower Jackson is drying his hair with a towel. Draping it around his shoulders his hair still managed to look good and sexy all messed up.

I then realised I was staring at him wide eyed. Most likely looking like a drugged gold fish.

Snapping me out of my stalker gaze. Forehead slap. My mum yelled out to me "Nicky boo! Where are you? Dinners ready honey!"

I threw all my books off my lap and got up yelling back to my mum, "coming mother!" Taking one last look at Jackson he seemed to have a smile on his face. I hope he didn't hear my mum yell out that terrible nick name I have had since I were a child.

Embarrassing my self further. I managed to walk in to my door frame which was in direct eye view for Jackson. Rubbing my head and leaving the room I heard a soft chuckle from him.

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