"You've got to be kidding me," I mutter.

I rattle the door handle for the third, no, fourth time. Still locked. I sigh and run my fingers through my tangled hair. I'm too tired to come up with a Plan B, so I pull off my heels and take a seat on the porch steps. It isn't long before my ass is numb and my patience is wearing thin. I stand back up and try the door handle again. I don't know why if I'm being honest. Maybe I am just stupidly optimistic. But, to no surprise, the door is still locked.

"Good job, Buffy," I sigh to myself, dropping back down onto the porch steps. "Wait until your Mom is out of town to lock yourself out."

I drum my fingers along my knee and let out my millionth sigh of the night.

Usually I climb through my bedroom window. At least, that is what I would have done on any other night. Tonight, though, my mom is out of town, which means she locked every window and door before she left. I had lost my key at the house party I went to earlier on in the night – not one of my brightest moments, I'll admit. I know my next door neighbour has a spare key, though I can count on my fingers how many knives I'd rather stick in my eyes than to knock on their door.

Don't get me wrong, I like my neighbours. I just hate their son.

Liam O'Connor. Biggest ass of the century. I am not exaggerating either.

I cannot express how much I want to shave off his eyebrows. Not because I dislike his eyebrows, just because it would piss him off. It would definitely wipe the arrogant smirk off his face anyway. He thinks all the girls want him. I'll give him credit that ninety percent of girls want him, but I am definitely not one of them. I'm the leader of the other ten percent. The 'Lets feed Liam O'Connor to sharks' percentage. It is a goddamn beautiful percentage to belong to.

"Locked out?"

I roll my eyes.

"No, I just enjoy getting a numb ass and freezing to death," I retort.

I look up to find my other neighbour, William, standing in front of me with a stupid grin on his face. I cringe. His smile widens, showing teeth now.

"Want to stay at mine?"

I force myself not to gag. "I'd rather walk through Hell and snog Satan himself."

"That can be arranged," William says, waggling his eyebrows.

I can feel the chicken casserole from lunch stirring in my stomach. This idiot is sickening. And I mean that in a literal sense. If his parents weren't so nice to me, I would have kicked his ass by now. He isn't as bad as Liam, which isn't hard because Liam is insufferable, but he has his own creepiness that chills me to the bone. I'm almost positive that he is a Facebook stalker as well.

"Go away," I say as politely as I can.

"Love-"

"Don't call me 'love', it's what my Grandma calls me. After she's drank a bottle of whiskey and lost at bingo."

William stares at me. I stare back.

"Bitch," he finally mutters before stalking off to his own house.

I breathe a sigh of relief. The air feels a lot cleaner without that idiot contaminating it. Usually I can handle him for longer, but it's late and I'm tired. I know that he will be back to his usual creepy self by tomorrow, so I don't feel too bad for being rude. I try to avoid him as much as possible in school, especially because he's one of Liam's best friends. The whole friendship group of theirs spells trouble. Liam, William, Riley and Caleb make up the Fuckwit Four. The only nice one is Riley, who I may or may not have had a summer fling with last year.

I shiver. Suddenly I wish I had taken up William's offer and had just stayed at his. Sure, I'd have to burn this cute dress I'm wearing, but at least I'd be warm.

I sigh and drop my head into my hands.

"This is going to be a long night," I mutter.


I have been dying to get back into my writing for months! I feel like a new story is exactly what I need to get back into the flow. Like 'That's What I Go To School For', it will be another High School fic. Sorry, I know they can be boring. I'm just trying to find my footing again!

All my love

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