The Boy Next Door

20-Promise you won't think I'm hitting on you

"Kiara why is there a boy sleeping the guest room," Jenna whispered to my half alseep self.

"It's Noah," I mumbled.

"Kiara you can't bring home boys like that....I think," She said. "I don't think parents are okay with that," She hissed.

"He's just a friend," I said, "Can you leave me alone now," I cried.

"You're such a bitch in the mornings oh my god," She said, sighing.

"Bye Jenna,"

"Mmmh," She hummed.

****

The weekend was fun, but went by rather fast. Bella and I went shopping, I ate most of my meals at Joe's, with Cole wiping the counters beside me.

We didn't talk much but I did unexpectedly enjoy his company more than I'd initially thought I would.

The way he was with people amused me, it was so geunine and so charismatic. But at the same time, he was so calm.

Jenna and I went out for a movie as well, which was nice.

I also somehow managed to finish some homework, but nothing very interesting really happened.

Monday morning I walked into school hearing all these whispers around me. I wasn't unusual, but a little annoying. I soon figure the whispers weren't about me.

I occasionally find it hard to belive that world doesn't revolve around me, but whatever.

It was about Noah. They were talking about an anonymous post that was posted about the game on Friday.

Jesus christ people, it's been 2 days, get over it.

I took my books from my bag and headed into my English class. None of April, Bella or Noah were there, so I just made my way to the back of class and sat alone, hoping to get through the entire class without any weird questions, interactions and without getting yelled at by the teacher.

I was infact successful at that.

About 10 minutes into the class Noah and Dylan walked in. They got a painfully long death stare, and nothing more, I'm sure it was cause of the confidence they walked in with.

The sat down next to me, and Dylan
cleared his throat. "Alright, what are we studying today?" He said, and I looked at him amused.

"Where were you?" I asked the two of them.

"BRO-" Noah controlled his excitement.

"Noah," Dylan said through gritted teeth, urging him to lower his voice before Mr.Brock started yelling again.

"Trevor Miller was literally getting pegged out there," Noah said.

"HUh??""

"That little fuck has been trying to become captain of the basketball team since freshman year, when he could barely throw a ball. This guy goes to coach baker and tried to fucking bribe him to make him captain," He said.

"He was talking shit about how he was better than the rest ot the team and he got pasted in a 1v1 against Malcolm and Malcolm is in the B team so, worst case scenario he's on the bench, but if this escalates the way I want it to, he's gonna get expelled in less than a week," Dylan grinned.

"Why'd you hate him so much?" I chuckled.

"That bitch boy is an entitled little fuck. He thinks he's better than everyone, I swear he can't catch a ball to save his life. He also asked April out and stood her up. My dad got so mad he sent him a gun in the post," Dylan said casually.