The New Girl is a Red Head

The Arrival

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The Uber pulled up to a large, three story mansion. Grace sighed as the black sedan went around the cobblestone circle-drive and stopped at the double front doors.

The driver exited the vehicle, as did she, and popped the trunk where her luggage was stored. He lifted the three suitcases and two travel bags out and placed them on the ground. She put both of the travel bags on each arm and grabbed one of the smaller suitcases to place on another suitcase's luggage hook.

She was glad there were no stairs up to the front doors, just a curb. She huffed all of her luggage up to the double doors, with determination and stubbornness coursing through her veins, like she had just gotten home from the grocery store and didn't want to make two trips to the car.

She rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

Inside the house

Raylen was walking out of the kitchen when he heard the doorbell echo across the large front corridor. He sighed and figured that it was that new girl his dad told him was coming today. He made his way towards the pair of doors and swung one of them open.

He was surprised to see a girl looking down at her phone. She had shiny, red, wavy-ish hair that just barely grew past her shoulders. She was about 5'2, average female build, curvaceous hips, plump thighs, and an orange-sized bust.

When she looked up he saw her, seemingly lifeless, evergreen-tree colored eyes meet his, causing his heart to stop, Woah...her eyes are so intense.

With Grace

Grace looked up after she finished texting her parents that she had arrived at their friend's house. Standing in front of her was a short — although to her he was tall...he must've only been 5 foot 10 — but stocky young male. He had long-ish black hair that came down to barely touch his wide muscular shoulders. It looked to be fairly unruly, the way it was layered at different levels. His bangs were swept to the right side of his face, just barely covering his right eyebrow and stopping just above his right earlobe.

His shoulders weren't the only muscular thing about him. His toned chest barely poked through the workout shirt he was wearing, and his biceps were prominent but not too overwhelmingly large for his age and height. He was handsome, to say the least.

Those sky blue eyes against his tanned skin popped in the low light of the shade. Grace blinked and saw that he was staring as well, "Yo. You good?"

The boy snapped out of lala land and cleared his throat, "Uh, yea...sorry."

Grace rose an eyebrow in curiosity, "So...you gonna let me in or do I gotta figure out another way?"

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