Loving you •N.H•

Cecelia Wood is a normal 17 year old. She goes to school every day and comes home. She does her homework and only gets in trouble sometimes, well, normally. What happens when she moves again like she had done her whole life? What happens when she gets involved with the four bad boys of the school?

One of those bad boys is like none other. Will she confront him or stay away like she was taught to? Will he get through to her and find the love he always wanted?

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4. The Drive

After a very long drive and a lot of switching driving between mom and I we made it to Chicago. Mom pulled up to a two story blue house slowly.

"Why does it have to be blue? Why can't it be normal?" I complained.

"I like the blue house," Zoell said from the back seat.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the car once it was stopped. I followed Dad up to the front door and waited for him to open the door.

"Alright guys, once you get inside the house, pick out your rooms. You each get your own," Dad told us.

"Okay," Jeremy and I said.

"I get to pick which room I get? Awesome!" Zoell exclaimed.

We laughed at her. Dad finally got the door open and we all races up the stairs. I automatically went to the last room because I read about the house on the way here and read that the last room on the top floor has a walk in closet and an attached bathroom of its own. It was supposed to have a balcony, too.

I made sure it was the right one,"Yes, I got the best room."

"Kids come down here please!" Mom yelled up the stairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back.

When I got down the stairs Mom said, "You start school tomorrow."

"Really?" I whined.

"But we just got here. Can't we have time to unpack?" Jeremy asked.

"You can right now," Mom said.

"Fine," I replied.

Jeremy and I helped each other bring our boxes in the house, then we went our separate ways.

The house was already furnished when we got it, so I just put some clothes in the dresser that was in my room and hung up the rest. I set up my pictures and things like that.

I know you probably think that I'm a rich spoiled brat, but honestly my parents have money, but I don't get very many new things. I have to cope with what I have until I absolutely positively can't use it anymore, and then I get something new.

But it's okay, because either way I love my parents. I mean, yeah they're really overprotective, but that's how normal parents are. They don't want to see their kids get hurt, so they become overprotective.

I went outside on my balcony and looked at our neighbors house. If I looked straight, I was looking at a window.

I looked up at the stars and after a few minutes, I felt like I was being watched. I looked around until my eyes settled on the window. I saw a boy around my age. He had died blonde hair and icy blue eyes that could see through your soul.

We held each other's gaze for a while until he suddenly turned around leaving me staring through the empty window.

Since there was nothing more to do on the balcony, I took a quick shower and blow dried my red hair. Well it's sunset red, not orange red. After that, I put my hair in curlers to sleep on so my hair would be curly tomorrow. My hair won't curl with a curling iron so that's what I have to do.

I laid down and went to sleep, hoping for good dreams.

Maybe even about that boy

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