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Chapter One - A New Neighbor (1 of 2)
"Lucas wake up, you're going to be late for school!" yelled my mother.
As usual I laid there with the usual teenage thought of 'I hate school'. School came easy to me (I was No. 4 in my senior class), it was just thought of waking up to so damn early to go, that got to me. The only thing that kept me going was the fact that I was a senior, and I only had a month and half left of school left, THANK GOD! Anyway I got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, you know the usual morning routine. Then I headed downstairs. When I got downstairs, my parent and older twin sisters (Angela and Monica) were sitting around the table having breakfast. My dad was on his cell phone as usual, talking with one of his many clients. While my sisters were telling my mom about the new neighbors that have been moving into the Clyburn house all week.
“Yea mom, me and Mo saw them moving the last of their stuff in yesterday. The son is just orgasmic!” said Angela.
“Angela, that's nice sweetheart, but it’s ‘Mo and I’ not ‘Me and Mo’ and couldn’t you find a better word then orgasmic to describe the boy sweetie?” said my mother.
“But mom he really is orgasmic!” said my sisters in unison
“Why do I even bother?” said my mother in dismay “Well Good Morning Sunshine!”
“Good Morning Mom” I said as I kissed her on the cheek
“He is such a suck up Angie” said my jealous sister
“Good Morning Mommy” Angela said in a mocking baby voice
“Don’t hate the playa , hate the game trick” I told my sisters
“Trick! I know he didn’t just call us tricks” my sisters said in unison.
“You definitely aren’t a playa Luke” said Angela
“Whatever” I said as I walked out the door toward the garage.
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I decided to drive my Nissan 350Z my parents bought for me as an early graduation gift. As I was searching for my keys, I felt a faint tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see my new neighbor. He looked really nervous and shy, as if he was forced to come over here. He was about 5`10, had really light skin (probably of mixed descent [Black and White] ), Brownish-Blonde hair, he was pretty muscular for his size, and he had these huge piercing blue eyes. He was dressed really nice too. He wore a red Lacoste polo shirt with a shell necklace, red plaid shorts, and a pair of flip flops. Now I’m not gay or anything, but this guy was just really good looking. I mean even this guy’s toes were beautiful. Anyway I turned around to introduce myself.
“Hey, I’m Lucas Mastrangelo” I said as I shook his hand. They were extremely soft.
“Hey, I’m Grant Thomas, its nice to meet you” he said “Is your last name Italian?” he asked
“It’s nice to meet you too, and as a matter a fact it is” I said.
“Quello è un giro che grazioso della chiazza di petrolio avete ottenuto là l'uomo” (That’s pretty slick ride you got there man) he said in Italian which took me by surprise “Gli ho uno appena, a meno che la miniera sia argento”
“Parlate italiano, che è impressionante!” (You Speak Italian, that’s awesome!) I said in Italian “But anyway enough Italian. That’s cool you know how to speak Italian, you’ll fit in just fine with my family.” Grant blushed when I said this. “But anyway, I’m about to go to school. Your still in school right?” I asked
“Yea, I’m a senior. And that’s kind of the reason I came over here” he said “I need some directions on how to get there.”
“You don’t need directions” I told him “You can ride with me.”
“No that’s okay, I don’t want to impose on you or anything.” he said “Just give me the directions, and I’ll find it.”
“It’s no problem at all.” I reassured him
“Okay, well let me go get my bag out of the house really quick,” he said as he turned off to retrieve his books.
As he was walking off I could help but to look at his ass. It was nice, big and round. Then I thought to myself, ‘Why was I looking at his ass?’ ‘I’m not gay, so why was I staring at his ass?’ I hadn’t even noticed when Grant got into the car, I was thinking too hard. I cranked up the car, and pulled out the driveway. I plugged up my iPod into the stereo and handed it to Grant.
“Pick out something that you want to listen to,” I told him
He shuffled through my countless amount of albums and finally settled on “Scars” by Papa Roach. A good choice.
“I tear my heart open, I sow myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
My scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel…”
As the song was playing I got the feeling that I was being stared at. I turned to look at Grant and he was staring at me.
“What’s wrong do I have a boogie or something?” I asked playfully.
“Oh I’m sorry” he sounded and looked embarrassed “I was just thinking that it was really nice of you to give me a ride and everything to school. I appreciate it. I’m glad you did, because even with your directions I doubt I would be able to find the school. Columbia is just so big.”
I told him again it was no problem. But for some reason I had a feeling that there was more to that stare than a just thought of thank you. But I pushed it out of my mind as we pulled into the senior parking lot. Hargrove High was no joke, it was one of the biggest schools in the state. I cut off the car and then asked Grant to see his schedule. As he rummaged in his messenger bag to find it, I was thinking to my self that I really hope that we had the same classes. I really, really hoped we did. He finally found it and handed to me.
“Well it looks like we have the same classes, even the same home room.” I told him as I looked at his schedule.
“I was hoping we did, because I really doubt I will be able to find my classes in this huge school.” he said happily. He had no idea how happy I was that we did have the same classes.
I continued to look at his schedule to see if I missed anything, and I noticed his class ranking. He was number one. Not only was Grant beautiful, he was also brilliant. We got out of the car, put on our school id’s, and headed in the prison known as Hargrove High. Luckily though, both Grant and I had senior dismissal so we got to leave after lunch with the rest of the passing seniors.
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