“You new here?” A voice asked as I struggled with my 4th box of books.
“What do you think?” I snapped as I dropped the box. I cursed angrily and leaned down to pick it up when a pair of hands took up the box. I up and a pair of smiling green eyes stared back at me. I was slightly embarrassed at my rude behavior, but what do you expect…would you be happy if you moved from the place where you have lived for 14 years of your life? No, I didn’t think so.
“So what’s your name?” Smiling eyes said.
“Huh?” I said.
“So your name is huh, cool…I’m Dylan.” Dylan smiled.
“Huh, no…my name is….I’m Nadia!” I replied.
“Nice to meet you.” Dylan muttered. I grabbed another box from the moving van. “Where’d you used to live before here?” He asked.
“I used to live in San Diego, California.” I sighed in despair.
“Wow, that’s far.” Dylan commented. I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. “Oh….I’m sorry, I know you wouldn’t want to talk about it.” He continued. I was about to say something when I heard two girl voices shouting.
“Dylan!? Where are you!?”
“Damn, they never quit!! Can you hide me?” Dylan asked. I laughed and directed Dylan into the house, down the stairs into the basement and into my room.
“Now stay here if you don’t want to be found.” I teased. Dylan smirked and then sat down on my bed. “If you want……….you can start opening the cans of paint and putting the sheets down on the floor.” I smiled pointing to the pile of paintbrushes, sheets and paint cans.
“Hello? Anyone here?” A voice from upstairs called out.
“Coming!” I yelled. I winked at Dylan and then calmly walked up stairs. My hair was in braids and underneath a bandana, my shorts and t-shirt was plastered onto my body with sweat. “Can I help you?” I asked.
“Have you seen a hot guy walk past here? He has green eyes, and brown hair…he’s really cute.” A girl in the red tank top asked. I thought for a minute and then shook my head.
“Are you sure? He flirts with every girl…ugly or not.” The girl in the pink shirt said, looking me up and down. My hand curled into a fist, and I brushed past the girls, slamming my shoulders into them. I heard them gasp in surprise and I smiled as I walked over to the giant moving van. I took another box of my stuff and made my way back up to my new home. 943 Stagecoach Ln. was A LOT different from my old home***** ********** **. [My REAL address, I had to *** it out, the 943 address is just random numbers and words] I sighed. As I walked past the girls I heard them whispering to each other. I shifted the box onto my left arm and opened the door. As I walked down into the basement I heard the two girls leave. When I reached my room I heard my computer running. I quietly placed the books onto the floor and opened the door to my room.
“What the hell are you doing? How the hell did you get my password?” I yelled loudly. Dylan jumped up in alarm.
“Oh! Hey Nadia.” He smiled.
“Answer my damn question!” I snapped my hands already in fists.
“Okay…god! Well first I looked through your binders that you had in that one box that you were having trouble with and I saw this page. But then I got bored so I looked around and saw your laptop…by the way it’s pretty good.” He paused. I glared at him and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, okay! So I was trying to crack the password when I noticed that I had seen that…um…’word’ before so I typed in the name and it popped up. So then I started messing around. And so yeah.” Dylan explained. I just stared at him and after a minute or so I sighed and I moved over to the bed and sat next to him.
“So did Ashley and Carly leave?” Dylan asked. I nodded. “Phew, that’s good.” He continued. I shrugged. “So, what now?” He said. I shrugged again. He stood up and looked at his watch. “Sorry, I’ve got to go…my mom will flip if I’m late for tennis practice.”
“You do tennis?” I asked. Dylan nodded. “Cool, me too. Maybe we can play against each other sometime.” I smiled. Dylan smiled back and then left. I watched his figure disappear up the stairs.
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