Chapter 1

It was early morning in a suburb outside of Vegas. A young boy named Charley Brewster ran back to his house with his stalled motorbike. "Really? Really? I'm going to take you apart," he hissed to his bike. "You watch me. Watch me take you apart!"

As he continued to threaten his motorbike, the friendly neighborhood slut was taking out the garbage in a small tank top that could barely contain her breasts and cut off sweatpants that were pink in color. He looked up and at her, her giggling at him. He blushed. "This thing has no ambition," he said flustered. "It's got no huevos...Doris, do you want some help with the trash?"

"Oh, I got it. Thanks," she said, flashing him a smile. She turned away from Charley and his bike. "Good to see you Char-Char. You're getting big."

Charley's eyes became glued to the rear of Doris. Her pants read Lucky. Once she was gone, Charley rolled his bike into his driveway, where his mom stood. "Hey, kid. Don't leer at the neighbors," she laughed.

"She's the one that put the word on her butt," protested Charley. His mom shook her head. "I'm just reading it."

His mom peered over at the neighbor's house and scoffed loud enough to get her son to prop his back up on it's kick stand and look up. "Is he ever going to move that dumpster?" she sighed.

"Oh, mom, come on. You got to get over it," groaned Charley.

The mom turned to look at her son as she headed into the garage. "Attitude," she said. "You've been stressed or something? Amy?"

"Amy is good. Hasn't dumped me yet, so," said Charley. Amy was the name of his girlfriend. Was the name of why he stopped hanging with his two good friend, Ed and Adam.

"Getting what you want can be stressful," said his mom. "Especially when you're not used to getting it. More to lose."

"You reading those books again? The power of whatever-the-Hell?" sneered Charley. He looked up to see his mom loading for sale signs into the trunk of the SUV. "Because they're definitely not working and neither is this bike. Still tripping over some guy's box."

"It's an eyesore," said his mom. "I'm trying to get people to move in, not join the legions leaving town."

"I like that word. Legions," said Charley.

"When the Perrys lived there..." said the mom, almost remembering the good old days.

"When the Perrys livered there," mocked Charley. "They were the greatest neighbors ever, but they moved. I thought you were happy their house finally sold."

"He's not digging a pool, so where did all this concrete come from?" thought his mom aloud.

"That's a very good question," agreed Charley. "Maybe you should spy on him some more and find out."

"He's 13 feet from our house. That's not spying," said his mom closing the trunk. "It's merely observing."

A lime green Bug pulled up to their house. The Bug was driven by Charley's girlfriend, Amy. "Hi, Mrs. Brewster," said Amy.

"Hey, honey. Hi girls," greeted the mom. Amy's friend's returned Mrs. Brewster's greeting. Charley started walking towards the Bug. "Oh hey, Ed called again." Charley turned to look at his mom. "If you don't want to talk to him, just tell him."

"Kind of defeats the purpose," said Charley as he continued to walk to Amy.

"We gotta get to school before Ed and Lilith take our seat in the quad," said Amy. "Still can't get the bike started?"

"No faith," said Charley.

"So you don't need a ride?" asked Amy. She shrugged and drove off.

"Amy!" called out Charley before chasing after the Bug. "Amy! Oh my G-d. Hey!"

"Charley?" asked Amy once at school, walking to their spot in the quad. Charley answered with a yeah while he sipped his coffee drink. "Guess what?" Again, a whimperish what came from Charley. "Guess what? We're on time."

"Oh good," said Charley as they neared their spot. Charley rolled his eyes as Amy said something about him stressing too much. Lilith had perched in their sot. She was a pale red head who every day wore a black veil and gothic clothes. She was deemed Ed's unofficial girlfriend, only because she refused the title of Ed's girlfriend.

She and Ed did have some romance between them. That much was true. "Ugh, Ed's bitch is in our spot!" cried one of Charley's popular friends.

Lilith saw Charley and his friends and sauntered over to them. "Seriously? A mochaccino? Who drinks that shit?" she scoffed.

"Sorry, not everyone drinks blood like some geek fuckers," sneered Charley's popular friend.

She sneered at his friend. "Do you let them brush your hair, My Pretty Pony?" cooed Lilith. "Well, sorry, I have to go find Ed."

The three popular males watched as Lilith walked away to find Ed. "Did that nerd find a freaking genie lamp, man?" sneered the smaller of the popular friends. "Did that dork make a sacrifice to the hot-ass gods?"

"How does he get that?" asked the taller friend. "Sure she's freaky but freaky chicks are kinky."

All Charley could do was shrug and walk to his class as the bell rang. "I bet Ed doesn't even have a car," said the smaller friend.

"Seriously."