New Neighbor

My New Neighbor

My name is Kayla and I’m 17 years old, a junior in high school. I have always been the good girl even though my stereotype begs to differ. Normally a blonde cheerleader is always given the label as bitchy, high maintenance, slut. But I wasn’t like that. Well at least that was true up until now. I’m still not bitchy, or high maintenance but I don’t think I can no longer refer to myself as not slutty.

But I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s start from the beginning. I live in a normal suburban plat, where every house around is basically the exact same with few if any differences. I’m an only child and I live with my mom and dad. Both my mom and dad are super busy people with their jobs so as I got older I saw them much less. Being a cheerleader, I spend a lot of time at school and when I’m not at school I like to chill out at my house alone. I’m semi popular but I prefer the solitude of my empty house because I know I don’t have to deal with anybody there. Spending majority of my days lounging by my small pool kept me perfectly content all summer and during the school year reading in my room or practicing were my favorite activities.
As long as I can remember I’ve never had neighbors. The house to our left caught fire many years ago and the owner never repaired it so it was cleared into an empty lot. The house to our right seemed to always be for sale but nobody ever moved in. This gave me the liberty to spend as much time as I wanted outside without anyone to bother me. At the beginning of the school year that changed.

On the first day of school, I trudged out to the bus stop (I didn’t have my own car) at the expected 7:10 AM to catch the bus. As I stood there waiting trying to keep myself from nodding off I glanced over at the vacant house and noticed the For Sale sign in the front yard was gone. A car was now parked in the driveway. I was mildly surprised for a moment but thought nothing of it, since I was only half awake anyway. As the bus rounded the corner at the end of my street, I felt a presence besides myself at the bus stop. I glanced out of peripherals to see a tall boy stand a few yards away from me staring at the bus as it came our way. He was broad shoulder with tan skin and shaggy brown hair. He wore glasses and I could see the muscles in his arms through the long sleeved t-shirt he wore. He was cute but not familiar looking. I assumed he was from the new family that moved in next door.

When the bus stopped in front of us we both walked up to the door. He stopped at let me get on first giving me a small smile. I smiled back and climbed aboard. I went about halfway back and took a seat. Our stop was one of the first on the route so there were only a few on the bus before us. He took a seat across from me and smiled over again.