Chloe's POV
I heard a loud crash, a curse, and then my bedroom door flung open. I was in my bed, pillow covering my head to block out the light, half-asleep.
"Chloe! Wake up!" I heard a British accent holler in my ear, and I groaned and rolled over, blindly kicking my leg out hoping to hit him. It didn't. He picked me up and spun me around, making me dizzy.
"How did you even get in my house?" I screamed. He rolled his eyes.
"How do you think? Like always."
You see, Alek and I have been best friends since, I dunno, we were born? Our parents were college buddies and when they found out that they were neighbors, they were ecstatic. My mom and his mom both got pregnant around the same time, and it just so happens Alek was three days older than me. We've been best friends since we were born, and he knew everything about me-such as where I keep the spare keys. But he actually had a key to my house, as I did to his, so I don't even know why I asked that question.
"You're gonna be late for school." Alek said, walking down to my kitchen. I heard him rifling through my cabinets looking for food. I rolled my eyes and sat up. Alek had set me back on the bed, but pulled the blankets from me so that I couldn't snuggle up and get comfy again. I took a quick shower and changed into a black lacey tank top, and layered it with a short dark blue tank top on top. I got a string of long pearls and chains and laid them around my neck. I pulled on white shorts to match the pearls and sandals, and my backpack.
It was the third week of school, and was still pretty hot. I let my curls run free and ran downstairs to meet Alek, who was yelling my name. We jumped into his car and we drove to school, after he passed me some toast.
Alek was my neighbor, but he practically lived with me. He woke me up every morning, knowing that I hated the sound of alarm clocks-it ruined the morning peace, you know? But here's the thing.
At school, I was invisible. Unpopular, and not seen by anybody. Alek, however, was a big football jock, and the most wanted guy in school. The guys wanted to be him, and the girls practically swooned and fell at his feet whenever he walked past.
But who could help it? He was tall, blonde, with warm brown eyes and a striking British accent. He was muscular and one of the only jocks who wasn't a total asshole. Hey-I said he wasn't a total asshole. He was still pretty annoying.
But because of the extremely large difference in our social status, we didn't exactly talk in school. Yes, everybody knew we were best friends, but they probably have never seen us talk other than the beginning or end of school when we ride home together. We really do talk, though. He rarely ever lives in his house because my mum is always on a business trip of some sort and my dad is missing.
He has his own room in my house, but he liked to sleep in mine. We said a quick bye to each other and I walked into the school, sighing.
Just another normal day. I would go back to being invisible with my two friends Amy and Paul and he would go on being the king of the school, living in the spotlight.
Another thing? Alek and I had every class together. When we compared schedules on the first day of school, we were extremely happy. But after we got over the excitement of having the exact same schedule as your best friend, we realized we didn't talk to each other anyway. I sat down in between Amy and Paul, and rested my chin on my palm. The teacher blabbed on, when suddenly I picked up the words 'new student.' My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
We hardly ever got new students. Our town was so small that this was a big thing for us.
"Please let me introduce, Brian Rezza." A boy walked through the room, and I could already feel every single girl in the room drooling for him. He was tall and muscular, and he had piercing green eyes and messy brown hair. It was hard to decide who was more gorgeous-him or Alek.
Not that I like Alek in that way. We're best friends-that's disgusting. Dating him would be like dating a brother, except he was so much more than a brother.
"Hi, I'm Brian." He half-smiled, and I swear I heard some girls sigh dreamily. He sat down in the seat in front of me, and I couldn't help but stare a little. He had broad shoulders and tan skin. The bell rang for first period, and I got up. Amy and Paul went to math, and I had to go to english. I shoved my way through the crowded hallways when someone bumped into me and knocked my binders out of my hand, sending my papers flying through the air.
I sighed and bent down to pick them up. Suddenly, I felt someone drop their bag beside me and help me. I looked up, and was extremely surprised to look into already-familiar green eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" Brian asked, adorably tilting his head to the side.
"Uhm, yea!" I stuttered, taking the papers from his hand and shoving them back into my binder.
"Thanks so much. I'm Chloe, by the way." I said, standing up and slinging my bag back onto my shoulder. He did his little crooked smile again.
"Brian."
"What class do you have next?"
"Um, English with Mrs. Howell." He said, shoving his schedule back into his jean pocket. I grinned.
"Great! That's my next class too."
"Walk with me?" He offered.
"Sure." We walked in silence to english, but for some reason it wasn't awkward at all. I just felt so..comfortable with him. We walked through the door, the bell ringing loudly right as we stepped into the classroom. I heard gasps and whispers.
Who would've thought? Invisible Chloe King becoming friends with the already-popular hot new guy. The day went by quickly, and I realized I had four classes with Brian. He and I got closer-I knew his favorite bands, subjects, and how his family was like, and vice versa.
The bell rang for the end of school, and people piled into the hallways. I gasped and dropped my notebooks, again, when someone wrapped their arms around my waist from behind, picked me up and spun me around.
"Hey there, cutie." Alek smirked, setting me down. I rolled my eyes and sat down on one of the benches as he scooped up my notebooks.
"Hi." I replied, opening my arms and taking my notebooks back. People were watching us curiously, obviously having heard that I was his best friend but never really seeing us actually have a conversation since elementary school.
"What do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking we could go to the new restaurant they opened in town-it's Italian food. Your favorite." Alek said, looking down at his phone, which was searching up the address of the restaurant already.
"Well what if I already have plans?" I teased.
He looked up, eyebrow cocked. "You never have plans. It's Friday night. We always go out to dinner on Friday night. It's our best-friend tradition."
"You're not my only best friend, you know." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Lucky you. You're my only best friend." He smiled cutely. I heard some 'aww's from the audience. I looked up at them and rolled my eyes.
I sighed and shook my head. I spoil him. But it's okay-I was lying about having plans with Amy and Paul, anyway.
"That sounds good. We can watch a movie afterward." I suggested, it being a Friday night.
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." He said. He threw his arm around my shoulder and we pushed our way through the crowd, and walked to his car, talking about things only best friends could talk about. On the way home, we argued about whether mermaids grew legs when on land or shriveled up and died.
He had to go home and grab clothes and I called Amy up and talked to her on the phone. I had to hang up when the doorbell rang.
I was surprised. Alek has never rang the doorbell in his life-he just walked in like he owned the place. My parents would come in with their keys, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the tall wooden door and came face-to-face with..Brian.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Chloe?" He exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
I chuckled. "I could be asking you the same thing..you are on my front porch, you know."
"Oh." He brushed a hand to the back of his head. "My parents wanted me to greet my new neighbors-we live right across from you." He pointed back with his thumb.
"Oh! That's awesome." I smiled. "My mum is almost always on a business trip, though, so usually it's only Alek and I."
"What about your dad?" He cocked his head to the side, confused. I bit my lip and looked up.
"It's..it's a long story. Let's just say he's not around anymore." I shrugged.
"So is Alek your brother?" Brian asked. I laughed.
"Absolutely not. He's my best friend. He lives right over there." I pointed to the little white house to the left of mine.
"And I'm right here." Alek suddenly appeared behind Brian, a gym bag stuffed with clothes slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, we talked in school." Brian said.
"Yea. We did." Alek brushed past us and walked into the house, stopping behind me. "We should get going soon, Chloe. It's almost time for dinner." And with that, Alek slammed the door in Brian's face. My eyebrows shot up.
"What the hell was that?" I spun around, catching Alek's wrist with my hand.
"What was what?" He asked in his innocent voice, his face doing his 'I didn't do anything wrong' look. But I know he only does that face when he knows he's done something wrong.
"You were totally rude to Brian! And you slammed the door in his face!" I exclaimed. He shrugged.
"I don't like him, that's all."
"Why not? He's really sweet." I was confused.
"Well maybe because he was trying to flirt with you." Alek snapped. I was taken aback. Alek never snapped at me. We have never, ever fought before. I mean, we've had minor fights that resulted to us making up and hugging in the next thirty seconds. But he was never actually angry with me. Just..kind of irritated.
"Well why does it matter to you?" I snapped back, fighting fire with fire. He looked equally as shocked as I felt.
"I don't want you dating some guy who's a total jerk!" Alek shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"You barely know him!" I shouted back, stomping my foot in anger.
"My point exactly! You barely know him, either, yet you were flirting with him!"
"I wasn't flirting, we were talking!" We started walking towards each other while we were screaming at each other, and our faces were extremely close now. I could feel his breath tickle my cheek and I leaned my head back to glare at him.
"I know how you flirt, Chloe. You blush and giggle and twirl this curl around your fingers." He picked up one of my curls and dropped it.
"Well why would it matter to you? You can't make decisions for me." I was fuming. I could tell my cheeks were red, and my heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
"You know what? Fine. Go date that guy who you've known for oh, I don't know, about eight hours, and go against me, who you've known the moment you were born." Alek glared icily. He walked out of the front door and back to his house.
My mouth dropped open in shock. Alek never slept at his house on Friday nights. Friday nights were our nights. Where we would catch up on things we missed about each other over the week, and watch movies and eat so much junk food it made us sick. My adrenaline kick died down, and I slumped against a wall, sliding down to sit, my knees pulled up to my chest.
That was the first real fight where Alek and I screamed at each other. The first real fight where he just.. left. I expected him to run back through the door and hug me, and say he was sorry for overreacting. But he didn't.
I let out a little sob. I had to admit-I was a little scared. I felt so extremely small and lonely in my huge house, with no one else there.
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