The Boy Next Door

Several hours flew by, and I yet to know of where or what we're doing. If I asked he'd reply with some sappy inspirational quote about taking risks or some shit, much like what I said. I'm starting to think I said my thoughts aloud, that or he's telepathic. Both of the two are reasonably stupid guesses. This seems so cliche. Like it's from one of those romance novels or movies, where the guy takes a girl away on a road trip to some secluded waterfall. They have a picnic and then go behind the waterfall and kissed. But I highly doubt he'd take me to some waterfall, I'm expecting something along the lines of a gross diner or under a highway.

The car ride was relatively loud, music was blaring from my phone since we both agreed that radio music is absolute horse shit. Windows were rolled down, roads were empty and we were driving at a hazardous speed. We're probably going to either A) crash and die or B) get stopped by the police and get a ticket. We were hoping more of option A considering Frank's mom would go batshit crazy if she found out. It's moments like this that make me me feel so alive, I think I can speak for everybody when I say shit about not sulking around and following the rules. The adrenaline you get makes you feel so euphoric, it's amazing. In the moment you just stop giving a fuck and if anyone tells you otherwise, flip them off and run. We're weighed down with the negativity of others that we don't see whats really out there. Do things that amuse you not what others want. Fuck them. You only live once right? go fucking nuts.

The time was nearing 12, we've been driving for over 4 hours, stopping only once. For him to pee and for me to change into skinny jeans and a baggy band shirt, at some weird old gas station. That was around 9, after that it was just endless driving, singing and screaming. Literally, we were singing so loud to the songs playing that the other drivers on the road, that mainly consisted of families with little children, glared evilly at us. Afraid it'll wake their precious little devils sleeping in the backseat.

After the adrenaline died down, he told me to sleep for a bit. I insisted to stay up but he didn't. I felt like a ten year old with a curfew and he was my mother telling me to go to sleep. But I am tired and it's not likely that he's going to give me the coffee he has in the flask, well at least I think it is coffee. 'I'm low on gas and you need a jacket' by Pierce The Veil came on, my mind didn't bother fighting anymore so I let the soothing lyrics engulf me into a deep slumber.

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when I awoke, the faint smell of vanilla flowed into my nose. I was placed on a soft king sized bed, that was placed in the corner of what I guess is a cabin. It was the typical wooden, cozy cabin that had that rustic feel to it. There was detailed engravings on the ceiling, that surrounded a beautiful crystal chandelier. It was fairly small but it had all the necessities, a small kitchen in the other corner, a sofa, a television and a large fireplace that was crackling as little sparks flew out. The mantel held several different vases holding an assortment of Wild flowers. large glass panes that went from the wooden floor to the ceiling were scattered on each wall of the cabin. The view was breath taking. On the horizons was a sea of rocky mountains, a little bit further down the cabin was a stunning crystal clear lake with a small dock on the bank. The entire place was strewed with the similar Wild flowers as to the ones atop the mantel.

I got up and shuffled about, taking in all my surroundings, it was until 5 minutes later I realised that I was alone. The range rover was parked in front near the lake. All of our bags and shit was placed on a chest at the foot of the bed. I took the opportunity of the loneliness to get changed. I slipped on a huge black crew neck and just left on my skinny jeans on. It kept slipping off my shoulder and every time I'd pull it back up, it fell down to it's original place. Bloody annoying really. I checked the time, it was eight in the morning and I didn't even know where I was.

I dialed his number to only find his phone's incessant ringing on the bed side table. "idiot" I muttered to myself. Great. So he left me alone, surrounded by forestation in a small wooden cabin. And he forgot to take his phone. I walked towards the door, turned the handle and walked out. The first thing that caught my attention was a huge willow tree that sat on the edge of the lake. It's vines dangled off the branches that stretched out into the lake, some barely touching the water's surface. I saw whiffs of smoke coming from the other side which I thought was rather peculiar because obviously trees don't smoke. I walked closer towards it and of course, I was right trees don't smoke, but Frank does. He was sitting, back leaning against the trees bark, cigarette in hand.

"Mind if I join you m'lady" I bowed, following the antics of last night on the roof. He brought his gaze to me and smiled. I sat on a flat stone, in front of him.

"Where are we anyways"

"Well I decided that you needed to just relax a little, so did my mom surprisingly.After you left our house yesterday she told me to take you away for awhile. To clear your mind and shit like that. Then I thought about my uncle's cabin somewhere in the mountains so I brought you there""oh" I suddenly remembered me falling asleep in the car, and I had no memory of getting up whatsoever, Which meant he carried me here. Wow, I expected him to push me off the car seat or something.

We sat in silence, yet again. I think we both rather just stay quiet, knowing someone would start an argument about something stupid. But I like the silence, it was peaceful. I could feel him staring at me, which was rather uncomfortable, i didn't have the guts to say anything about it. Which is bad because usually I'd say something snarky if it was someone else. Someone else. God get a grip of yourself, Veronica. He's turning you into a softy. I couldn't help but think that was right. Ever since he's been hanging around me, I've let him take control, there was a lack of bitchy comebacks and he knew what he was doing. He stopped letting me be so authoritative for once. It's taking away my constant arrogance, confidence and loath of others. All of my negativity I adore is being replaced by a positive aura. In other words he's turning me into a kind person.

I need to stop letting him into my life, as each day passes, we grow 'closer' if you must. He's breaking down the barriers everyone was so scared of. There's no point on falling for him. Guys like Frank are the type you'd call the "hump and dump" as provocative as it sounds it's true. They only want to ever just get in your pants and leave, What if you get a baby? they won't care for it, they'll leave and never look back. Much like my so called "father".

Love life aside, this staring thing is getting rather uncomfortable but saying something about it would only make things worse. I started fidgeting, i only do it when I'm extremely nervous or agitated. It's like an universal sign of agitation who am I kidding.

"do I make you nervous V?" There it is.
"...no"
"Are you sure? you always get fidgety when I'm around, not only that. You've been blushing a lot more recently. Oh my, does Veronica Haynes, the total badass, have a crush on me"

How does anyone answer to that?!? You don't just casually ask someone if you like them. It just makes the situation 10 times worse. Okay fuck, if I continue to just stare at him he's going to get the wrong idea, and trust me. The idea would be very wrong indeed.

"What time is it?"
"how about you check the watch on your wrist. And that doesn't answer the question"
"...I-I don't know"
"I don't know what?!? that doesn't even make sense Veronica. I don't know if I like you or I don't know if you make me nervous"
"...I just don't know"

The thing that pissed me off even more, was the fact that the entirety of this conversation he was smirking like he just got laid or something. My late responses were not helping either, a flurry of thoughts came flowing into my mind making it hard to gather the usual witty comebacks.

By now he was inching closer to me, I didn't move a single muscle. I couldn't. I watched as the cigarette emitted its last few puffs of smoke on the soil, there was no way in hell I was going to look into his eyes, I'd get flustered and shit. This whole situation is getting really fucked up.

"does this make up your mind" the way he whispered it into my ear gave me tingles all over. Our gazes met with the slight push of my chin from his hand. he lowered his head slowly, inching towards my lips, but then missed as he brushed the hair away from my neck and started sucking lightly. Biting the skin softly here and there. I felt like I was going to pass out at any moment now. I can't let this happen. I can't let the feelings develop even further.

Notes

i re-wrote the last chapter because it didn't make sense, sorry. I never proof read any of it so i'm pretty sure there's some poor fucking English in there. JUST BARE WITH ME I HAVE GOOD ENGLISH I JUST DON'T PAY ATTENTION WHILE WRITING I'M SOOOORRRRRYYYYY