Allison's POV.

Grabbing my chemistry notebook from my nightstand, I spot a little boy in the backyard next door, I shake my head and sigh knowing that yet another family has moved into that old house again.

People always move in to the house next door, it belonged to an old lady called Ms Gracie but she passed away a year back and the house was passed on to her only daughter, no one knows who she is though, all we know is that she keeps renting the house to people but the house is practically old, rusty and looks kinda haunted so they end up moving out in less than a month.

Weird? More like entertaining, I love seeing different set of families moving in and moving out.

"Allison!" My Mom shouts from downstairs, dragging me out of my daydream.

God, I hate Mondays.

"Be right there!" I respond, grabbing my backpack and phone from my bed and rushing out of my room.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I spot my mom's curly blonde hair in the kitchen, she's standing by the kitchen sink and looking out the window.

"Morning, mother." I greet her as I take a seat on the kitchen table, dropping my backpack on the floor.

"About time, we have new neighbors if you haven't noticed." she says, looking out the kitchen window like the serial killer next door.

"I give them a month." I say to her, grabbing an apple and examining it.

"C'mon, Allison, I have a good feeling about these ones, I'm sure they're not gonna move out." she turns to look at me and leans her back against the sink.

"Wanna bet?" I ask, plastering a devilish smirk.

"No, you know I never win bets." she shakes her head and I chuckle softly.

"Yeah, I know." I say, taking a bite off the apple.

It's been three months since Dad left us for a family we didn't even know he had, my mom was so heartbroken, her world just stopped, she started drinking, stopped going for work and started smoking cigarettes at night in our backyard, but I guess I can say that therapy is working.

"I'm gonna go before the bus leaves me, I don't have to walk because I had to talk about the 'new neighbors' with my mother, my ego would not handle it." I air quote new neighbors, standing up and grabbing my backpack from the floor.

"But what about your breakfast?" She gestures to the burnt toast on the small plate, I scowl my face in distaste.

Mom is a horrible cook, Dad used to make breakfast every morning.

"I'll get something at school." I force a smile so she doesn't notice how fake I'm being. "Bye, see you later." I literally run out before she gets the chance to respond.

The bus stops in front of me and I hop in, sitting at the far back of it and mentally blocking the people around me by looking out the window and enjoying the ride through the quiet neighborhood.

About thirty minutes pass and we finally arrive at school, I quickly get off the bus, straight to the cafeteria for a milkshake since I didn't have my breakfast this morning, it takes a whole century for the lunch lady to sell it to me cause it's 'not yet lunch.'

I keep on bugging her until she finally gives in and sells it to me, I send her an appreciating smile as she hands me my shake, I hand her a bill and tell her to keep the change even though there is no change.

Walking out of the cafeteria, I suck on the straw, letting the cold strawberry liquid flow down my throat, I moan at the familiar taste but I'm interrupted by the bell for first period.

Time for hell.

Everyone around me starts rushing to class, I stop by my locker to collect my English book.

My English class is quite far from my locker so I have to run there or else Mrs Johnson is gonna murder me, literally.

I shove my backpack inside my locker which leaves me with my milkshake, notebook, pens and English book in hand, with that, I start sprinting to class, the running makes my milkshake spill a little so I slow down, adjusting the cap while turning a corner to the other hallway, I immediately bump into someone which causes me to spill what was left of my milkshake on this person's shirt and my books to drop on the floor with a loud thud that echoes throughout the empty hallway.

"Oh my God, I am so so.. sorry I didn't-"

"Fucking watch where you are going!" He curses irritatedly through gritted teeth as he looks down at his now messed up white t-shirt.

"Excuse me?" I ask in shock and disbelief at his tone.

"You're quite excused." he rolls his eyes at me and tries to walk passed me but I extend my hand in front of his chest to stop him from walking away.

No one talks to Allison Parker like that and gets away with it.

He looks down at my hand that is still on his chest, I quickly retrieve it and he glances at my face, I find myself furrowing my brows and studying his face when his eyes bore into mine, they are blue eyes and his fringe-cut brown hair falls on his stupidly perfect face.

God, I hate it when a guy from my high school looks good, they're all douchebags.

Wait, I've never seen this douchebag here before, I mean I don't really talk to boys that much but I know all their douchy faces.

I awkwardly clear my throat, "I'm sorry I messed up your shirt but you shouldn't be using that kind of language on me, especially here." I inform him.

He raises his eyebrows at me in questioning, "What are you, the principal's daughter or some shit?" He dryly remarks, chewing his gum slowly and looking me down.

"No, I'm just telling you what I know because if one of the-"

"Boring." he sings, cutting me off and walking away from my useful advice.

Biggest douchebag much?

I brush it off, picking up my books from the floor and continuing my journey to class.

After throwing the milkshake cup in the trash, I let myself into English class, Mrs Johnson is busy writing something on the white board, I never thought I'd love the fact that the door is at the back of the classroom until right now. I try to be as quiet as I can so she doesn't notice or hear me.

"Allison Parker, my my my, little Ms perfect is late." Says Carl Smith in his big dramatic tone, the whole class turns to look at me, including Mrs Johnson. I glare at Carl while he just smirks like the evil villain that he is.

Carl and I have been childish rivals since kindergarten, yes I said RIVALS. He's super rich and smart, I'm also smart so it's always competition and competition equals to hatred, so yeah, I have a boy who is my number one enemy and to be honest, I'm actually cool with it because the little brat is a real pain.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs Johnson." I shamefully apologize, keeping my gaze on the floor.

"Detention for you after classes." she declares while eyeing me from her glasses.

Ah dang it, I never get detention.

"Aw, little Miss perfect's first detention. I'm so proud." Carl says to me, I glare at him.

"That's enough, Mr Smith." Mrs Johnson sends him a warning look. I stick my tongue out at him, he extends his middle finger and fake smiles at me.

I hate him so much.

The day goes by quickly and before I know it, it's lunch time which means, I can finally eat.

Food is life, life is food.

My only friend Amanda and I sit at our usual table, I got fries and chicken for lunch and Amanda got anything that has nothing to do with fat, she has a perfect fit body that makes her look like a cheerleader, sometimes I wonder why she's been hanging out with a nerd like me since freshman year, she keeps telling me it's because I'm not fake like most girls but I find it very hard to believe.

"Can you believe Carl ratted me out in English? I mean, I know that we hate each other but he had no right to rat me out like that." I say, half of my mouth full.

I notice that Amanda is not really listening to me, her eyes are focused on whatever or whoever is behind me, I turn around to follow her gaze and it lands on the mean guy I bumped into this morning. He's now wearing a black shirt.

Of course.

I roll my eyes, turning back to look at her.

"Just so you know, he's a douchebag." I gesture to the guy while swinging my thumb over my shoulder.

"Shut up, to you, every guy is a douchebag." she says, still staring at him.

"No, seriously, Amanda, I bumped into that guy this morning and he cursed at me like an old racist grandma." I point out.

"You what?" She widens her eyes at me.

"I said bumped into him?" I repeat myself, so unsure of why she's shocked.

"Every girl has been trying to catch his attention since we all set our eyes on him but it's really hard to catch his eye." she pouts while saying that last part, she leans on the table, stuffing green things into her mouth while looking at the guy.

Of course they have, this school is like the center of drama but I try my best to restrain myself from any of it.

"Good luck?" I say it more like a question.

Amanda rolls her eyes at me.

"Allie, you are not planning on being a virgin forever, are you?" She asks curiously.

I look around the cafeteria to make sure nobody heard her, no one's looking so I'm safe.

"Just until marriage." I let her in on my future plans which makes much more sense than losing my virginity to a jock.

"Marriage?" Amanda stifles a laugh as she questions me.

"Yes, Amanda, marriage. and just because you've had sex doesn't mean the ones that haven't are idiots and probably won't have sex, I don't need to rush stuff like that. I'll eventually get there" I blurt out.

She looks at me without saying anything for a while.

"I understand." she finally speaks sincerely. "Ah, damnit!" she hits her fist on the table, looking at the guy again, I turn to look.

Sofia Martinez is sitting on his lap and whispering something in his ear. He has a smirk on his face while he listens.

Gross, isn't she dating some jock called Jason?