In love with the boy next door

Middleton high school

Abby’s POV

The past week has been busy, mom and I have been running around preparing for school. Dad finally decided which schools the twins and I were getting into and lucky us we all got in.

The twins got into Middleton primary and I into Middleton high. Both schools didn’t look bad. According to Dylan’s mom Middleton is the best school in town. They have campuses which are separated by two huge football pitches for both the juniors and seniors.

I am glad I will not have to be in the same campus as the twins, they can be a handful and that is exhausting. The best part about Middleton is that we get to wear our own clothes. I was praying I didn’t have to wear a uniform because I hate uniforms.

“Guys hurry up all you will all be late on your first day.” Mom yells from down stairs.

“Coming!!” I hear right after hearing Alex and Aiden rushing down the stairs.

I pull all my hair back and secure it with a ribbon. I check my clothes, black skinnies, white tank top with a blue denim jacket and black pumps. First days are always important, I need to make a good first impression.

I think I look alright I grab my back pack, phone then head out. I wonder if Dylan and I will be in the same class. When I told him about me going to Middleton, he was excited I was too because I knew making friends on the first day will not be a big deal since I have him. But I have not seen or head from him the past three days.

“I am ready.” I say when I get down stairs.

“Prefect. Here I packed you something incase you don’t like the cafeteria food.” Mom hands me a small lunch box that can fit in my back pack.

“Thanks.”

“Nothing fancy just a chicken and mayo sandwich. I will pack something better tomorrow. Here is some cash to get anything else you will need.” She says then hands me some money.

“Mom, I am not going to uni just yet its only high school.” I tease.

Mom likes to take care of us like she will not be seeing us later in the day.

“I know baby, I will try not to worry.” She says.

“Thank you. Think about yourself for a change. You have an interview later today, right?” I ask.

Last week as we were running up and down preparing for our school, mom was applying for jobs and the response has been good. She has two interviews this week.

“Yes I do. No c’mon let’s get going.” She gently pushes me out of the kitchen.

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“Have a nice day baby.” Mom whispers.

“Thank you, you too and nail that interview.” I wink at her.

“I will. See you at 3pm.” She says before walking away.

Mom emphasized she will pick me after picking the twins from their campus. I don’t think a 17-year-old should be dropped off or picked up by their mom so I managed to convince her that I would walk over to the other campus and meet her there as she picks up the twins.

Now to find my class. The lady at the reception mentioned it should be down this hall, now I need to look out for class room 2. My acceptance letter said I am in 12A which takes one of my teaches one of my favorite subjects literature.

“There you are.” I proudly say to myself when I spot the class I am looking for.

The door is already wide open so I just walk in. The class is barely half full and yet mom kept emphasizes how late I was going to be. Anyway, I am better off early than late. I quickly scan the empty seats and pick a seat.

Last row, third from the front and by the window. Perfect.

I walk over and take my seat just as another girl settles in the seat right in front of me. Wow she is beautiful, definitely taller than I am, dark long hair, nice fair skin complexion, and an amazing body.

She turns around just as I am thinking about how beautiful she is and then I see her face, pretty. I bet she has a lot of boys falling at her legs asking her out.

“Hi. I have not seen you on Middleton grounds. Are you new?” she asks with a bright smile that matches are bright brown eyes.

“Hi, yes I am new.” I respond.

“I thought so. I am Emma.” She stretches her hand for me to shake.

“Abby.” I shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you Abby and welcome to Middleton high.” She smiles even brighter.

“Thanks Emma.” I return her smile.

Here I am making friends on my first day. I bet Dylan will be happy when I tell him how easy making friends is. Speaking of Dylan where is he?

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Dylan’s POV

Playing games with Jay and Andy last night was such a bad idea. If it weren’t for Aiden and Alex making noise as they left for school, I would have over slept. Mom didn’t even bother waking me up.

I was hoping I would be up early so that I give Abby a ride to school. Two days ago mom mentioned that Abby got into Middleton high and that she would love if I were nice to her because she is a good girl.

I know Abby is a good girl even without my mom telling me, I do want to spend as much time with her regardless of who suggests it. The past four days we haven’t really spent time together or talked that much. I always get home late and pass out as soon as I hit the bed. Andy and I have been busy with football practice and we actually need to have try outs this week to recruit fresh meat.

“What happened to you?” Jay asks as he jumps into the jeep.

I take a long stare at him before I open my mouth to respond to his stupid question.

“Who’s bright idea was it to start a new game at 6pm?”

“C’mon Fortnite Addiction is a great game.” He says.

I just roll my eyes and drive to Andy’s house which is just around the corner. If it weren’t for these two, I would be in school right now sitting next to Abby chatting before class begins but noooo.

“Why is he so grumpy?” Andy says as we walk down the hall heading to our classes.

“Whining about staying up late.” Jay responds.

I don’t think I have the energy to argue with them right now. I just want to get to class.

“Dude did you manage to change your class or you are still in the literature class?” Andy asks me and I nod my head.

Since Abby mentioned she loves literature I decided not to switch classes that way we could be in the same. Jay and Andy are probably in 12B.

“Why dude?” Jay asks me. “You still need pottery practice?” he asks a silly question.

At the beginning of last year, it was my ex-girlfriend’s bright idea that I switch classes so that we could be in the same class. When we broke up, I couldn’t switch classes until the beginning of the next year which is now and now, I want to stay in the same class as Abby.

“I will see you both at lunch.” I tell them both as I get to my class.

I walk in and the class is full with only one empty seat in the column against wall in the last row. Practically the seat in the corner of the class. This seat will be perfect for my current state right now.

As I make my way to my seat, I hear several girls greet me, wave at me and blush as I pass by their seats. I look around to spot Abby and there she is, seated at the other end of the class right behind Emma.

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Abby’s POV

Emma is a very talkative high-spirited girl. She has asked me so many questions in the 15 minutes we have been talking. She of course asked which school I was transferring from, I told her and lucky me she mentioned not having heard of it. Glad I didn’t have to get into why I transferred here. I told her my dad got a job here and that is why we moved but we all know dad had been working out here for the past six months.

Emma is an only child both her parents are lecturers at the two local universities within town. She is the cheerleading caption and has repeatedly asked me to go for try outs which I have denied and she is not very happy.

During the lunch break Emma has promised to introduce me to her best friend Liv and then she will show me around school after classes are done. Everyone in class is having their own conversation obviously updating each other about their holiday and whatever they got up to.

Just as Emma is pointing at the members of the class telling me their names, Dylan walks in a smile grows on my face. I have not seen much of his cute face the past few days. He has barely been home.

“That’s Dylan.” Emma whispers, “I would stay away from him if I were you.” She says in an unpleased tone.

I turn to look at her and her face says nothing else apart from STAY AWAY FROM HIM.

“Why what’s wrong with him?” I ask.

“His trouble.” She says then faces the front as the teacher walks in.

I take one last look and my eyes lock with Dylan. Its like I am staring at a total stranger. I see nothing but emptiness in his eyes, the same eyes that lite up whenever I saw him a few days ago.

What is wrong with him?