This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, past, present or future, is entirely coincidental. No identification with actual persons places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. No animals were harmed during the writing of this story. All animals that may be "harmed" as a source of food were in fact not harmed as they are fictional and went on to lead long and healthy fictional lives.
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Chapter I "The Beginning"
"Danny! Hey, Danny! Catch!" My best friend called out. I heard him but the words didn't quite register until I spun around just in time to be hit squarely in the face with the football that Xander threw.
"Fuck man, that hurt like a bitch! What in the hell was that for, Xan?" I yelled at him. Xander ran up to me as I was wiping the blood from my now freshly split lip.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, I though you would catch it!"
"Fucking shit Xander!" I scold him. Checking myself in my locker mirror to assess the damage, I tousled my short, near platinum blonde hair to add some extra volume. Ugh. Is it just me or do my sapphire-gray eyes make the red around them that much more noticeable? My lip is already swelling and a slow steady trickle of blood is making its way from the split down my chin. I wiped the thin line of crimson with my jacket sleeve for the second time. Licking my tender and puffy lip, I grab my books out of my locker before slamming the door shut.
"Fuck Xander! You owe me big time for that one!"
"Okay, okay, how about I take you to the movies and make it up to you? Tonight at seven, they're showing the world premier of "Nightmare" at our theatre!"
"I don't know Xan, I already had something to do today after school."
"Aw, come on Danny! World premier! Once in a lifetime chance! How often do they show a big Hollywood premier in our theater?"
"You know Xander, if you keep asking me on movie dates, people might get the wrong idea."
"Like I care what people think!"
"Xander, did I just hear that come out of the mouth of the guy who spent a week locked up in his room when we started hanging out because everyone thought that you and I were dating?"
"Well... that was different. Now, everyone knows we're just friends and besides, who would dare spread a rumor involving you? You're like the god of the school."
"God? I wouldn't go that far." Xander gave me one of those `Danny, come back to reality and stop being so modest' looks.
"Okay, so I have become a bit popular but that won't keep them from saying that we're dating."
"Hey! Maybe, if I play along with it, I'll get really popular too!"
"Xander!"
"Okay, fine. So, are we on for the movies tonight or not?"
"Fine! But only if you let me pay and we take my car."
"That sounds great to me! See you at 6:45 then?"
"Sure. Now go, and leave me to my wallowing over the bloody lip you gave me." Xander laughed, picking up instantly on my joking tone.
"All right, all right, catch you later Danny!"
Looks like I'm going to have to make this quick. I ran down the hall heading for the parking lot. The second I got out of the door, I pressed the unlock button on the key fob and remotely started the engine of my deep black Mazda RX-8. Stepping into my new car, I take a moment to admire the beautiful black leather with red stitching. The bass kicks to life with my favorite playlist streaming over bluetooth as I shift into reverse and carefully back out before speeding off to the street.
I pull into my driveway in no time and run in. Giving my arm the quick lift and sniff, I feel my nose scrunch and decide I need a shower before I go say hello to the new, kind of cute, neighbor of mine. I walk to the bathroom, reach into the shower and turn the knob to make the water hotter than is probably recommended. I wonder what the actual recommended temperature is for a shower. Without sparing it another thought, I start stripping while the steam is rapidly clinging to the mirror. Just when I step into the water, I hear a very rude doorbell demanding my attention and ruining my shower. With a groan, I step out of the shower and wrap the towel around my waist to head to the door.
Giving basically zero fucks that I'm soaking wet and mostly naked, I yank the front door open to see who dares interrupt my shower time. Lo and behold, standing in my door is none other than my new neighbor James. Ooh, he is pretty cute up close, that chestnut hair and those milk chocolate eyes... yup, that's some dessert right there.
"Hey, um... well, this is awkward. Do you think this can wait a minute? I was just in the shower and... well, I'll be right out."
"Sure, sorry to interrupt." James replied with a smirk and a tone that implied he was anything but sorry that I came straight from the shower to answer the door.
"Go ahead and get comfy, raid the fridge, make yourself at home, whatever," I walk back to the bathroom to finish my barely started shower when I realize that James is still standing outside. "You can come in! I promise I don't bite," I yell through the half closed bathroom door. I take off my towel before stepping back into the shower to let the hot water run over my body; it bites at my skin and it stings slightly but I absolutely love the feeling of the almost too hot water. Feeling my muscles relax again, I reach for the bar of soap but just as I grab it, the annoying little thing slips out of my hands and hits the tiled floor with a thud. As I bend over to pick it up, I feel a slight breeze and a chill runs down my spine as I swear there is a shadow that's not mine creeping along the wall.
I quickly wipe away the steam on the glass wall of the shower but I don't see anything out of the ordinary and the door is still firmly shut. I close my eyes and run my head under the water stream again as I begin to soap my body. Figures, the steam must be playing tricks on me, making my eyes hurt, or something like that. I feel like an idiot now, thinking there was someone in the bathroom. Although, it didn't feel like a someone, more like a something. My thought trails there when I feel someone pressing into me from behind. Okay, now I really am insane. I turn around to come face to face with James.
"Hello handsome," he whispers into my ear.