Starting New, Kirsty Cassia [positive books to read TXT] 📗

She called after the boy and he stopped turning to yell at her when suddenly the mother’s eyes switched to us and they widened.

The boy turned to and I glanced at Maggie, she stood in a stance with her eyebrows raised looking annoyed. I turned back to my mum and she stood with the delivery man signing off a bit of paper oblivious to what had happened.

When I looked back at the duo, I was startled at how the boy looked, he was probably the hottest boy I had seen ever (a lot of the boys back home weren’t exactly models) and he looked like he could be on the cover of some magazine. His skin was tan, his face had almost perfect features and his body looked defined. Basically, he was hot.

The women threw a tea towel which I hadn’t known she had been holding to the boy and he reached for it out of instinct throwing a dirty look at his, what I presumed, mother.

She strided up the drive and over to a shocked me and an annoyed Maggie and smiled lightly, it changed her face completely and she really did look naturally pretty. She swiped some hair out of her face as she walked over to and greeted us.

“Hi!” she grinned when she reached us and I accepted the hand she was holding out to us. She had a firm whereas mine was limp and shocked.

Maggie accepted her hand as my mum came over. She looked surprised and greeted the lady with a kind smile accepting her hand next.

“Hi,” she repeated seeming sure and not embarrassed about the earlier behaviour between her son and her. “I'm Honey; you must be the new people moving in next to us,”

My mother took over and started introducing us, I noticed out the corner of my eye maggies eyes switched  back to the boys one before looking back over at Honey, she was probably assessing him and seeing how long it would take her to date him. it wouldn’t be hard, I knew now not to try and like any good looking boys because my sister always had them in days.

My mum handed me the keys and told me to unlock the door for the delivery men so I walked up the drive taking in the look of the house, it was pretty simple with white over paint on it and light brown window frames with contemporary looking windows. The house looked quite new and I couldn’t wait to see the inside.

I unlocked it and opened it wide for the men behind me with heavy looking boxes in their arms, they followed asking where to put the boxes so I told them just in the rooms where there was space, they placed them and went back out for more. I stepped inside and went to explore. The rooms were all the same, wood flooring and white walls. It was pretty scarce without curtains or furniture so the rooms looked quite big. I climbed the stairs and found the upstairs rooms had soft carpet that looked new; the house must have been newly renovated. While looking around, my sister joined me and we picked our rooms, they were fairly the same size and both had en suite bathrooms which made me super excited for some unknown reason. Maybe because we only had one main bathroom back home.

Maggie stopped me on the way of exploring and held my arm to keep me from walking away. I looked up at her face confused as to what she was doing. She smiled softly. “you know that guy next door? The really hot one?”

I only nodded, I knew what she was going to say, that he was hers so don’t start getting any ideas.

“He was totally checking you out!” she squealed loudly. I blinked shocked at the loudness of what she had said. She squeezed my arm and grinned at me. “Oh my god! This could be your big shot in high school! You could totally try going out with him!”

I blinked again. He was looking at me? why?

“what-why-what...what are you talking about?” I asked stuttering slightly, still a little surprised as to what she had said.

“He was checking you out! He likes you!” she let out another little squeal and I almost thought my eye balls were going to drop out of their sockets, I had never seen her so excited for something other than herself, and she was excited for me, it was the weirdest experience ever, maybe her changing was a good thing.

Trying to get my act together instead of having me mouth gaping open like a goldfish I replied, “I don’t know what you’re on but he doesn’t like me.”

Her smile dropped from her face and the light inside her seemed to have dispeared. She gave me a flat annoyed look and sighed, “stop it alright, stop trying to hide from what you’ve got, your pretty, you deserve to have guy’s attention, are you like lesbian or something? Because you’re acting as if he isn’t hot and your not interested in him when every girl I bet has a crush on him.”

I blinked again, ‘was I lesbian?’ I couldn’t believe she had asked that! She knew my crush back in high school! The crush had lasted 3 or 4 years and almost everyone knew in the school even her, he was the only good looking and fairly nice guy in the school that wasn’t a jerk or conceited. My sister even went out with him and she knew about the crush on him I had, and she thought I was lesbian?

“ok, halt right there,” I growled standing straighter, “I’m not a lesbian alright? You know I had that crush on that guy in our last school! And no I don’t have a crush on this new boy because I know that it will never happen! So stop thinking you know me when you don’t!” I ended up shouting and stormed off into my new bedroom slamming the door loudly behind me.

“Alright little miss snarky pants, no need to get all upset over it!” I heard her yell at me just before I slammed the door.

I groaned loudly in frustration and ended up randomly sitting on the floor because I had no furniture in the room.

Slowly I felt the anger fade out of me, I wasn’t usually angry and it took a lot to get me like this but my sister knew me inside out and she knew how to push my buttons just like how she knew all my fears like spiders or snakes.

Eventually I grew bored of sitting around in my room doing nothing but stare at the walls so I came out hesitantly glancing around to see if Maggie was anywhere but I couldn’t see anything so I went downstairs hesitantly only to hear voices in the kitchen.

When I entered I saw mum talking with the delivery man and Maggie talking with Honey, no sign of the boy from outside.

“Hey sweetie, where did you go?” My mum asked as the delivery man finished talking with mum to go out the door. Maggie followed and shut the door after him. I turned to glare at her as she passed me with a small smile on her face.

I decided to be mean and use the mummy’s favourite to my advantage. “Maggie was being mean and I got really angry with her,” I tattletaled.

Maggie turned to glare at me with hate and annoyance. “Ugh! Your so annoying!” she groaned and stalked out of the kitchen.

I smiled in triumph while my mum gave me a disapproving look but let it go. She started a conversation with Honey asking questions about the area and school. I wasn’t really listening so I excused myself to go and find my stuff.

I found lots of boxes with my name on it in the new living room so I started heaving it up the stairs, it was heavy and I only just managed to get it up to my bedroom breathing heavily.

When I reached my room I started  getting out all my small knickknacks which would go on my chest of drawers which brought me to the question of where were all my big furniture like my bed, wardrobe or chest drawers?

I went back downstairs and asked and got the answer of it being in the back garden. I hadn’t seen that yet so I went around the front door and through the gate since we couldn’t find the keys for the back door just yet.

I gasped as soon as I got through because a reasonable sized swimming pool sat in the middle of the garden. Maybe this job promotion was better than I thought. There was some decking of which I stood on with steps leading down to the grassy bit, the pools had stone tiles around It and a room of small trees sat at the end luckily not tall enough to block the high sun in the sky. I glanced around saw fences both sides of the house were low enough to see the next door neighbours garden, both of theirs either side had about the same amount.

What if the boy next door could see me from a window while I was in the pool? On thought, I turned around and looked over at their house at the windows but found no one. What if, like in the books, the boy would have friends, which would almost certainly be hot too playing football without tops? How cliché did that sound but it could happen?!

I distracted myself by finding the furniture in a group on the deck. It covered from my wardrobe pieces unmade yet to the sofa with a sheet covering it. I went to grab some pieces of my wardrobe since it still needed to be nailed together yet and set back upstairs for the tiring task of putting it in my bedroom.

3 and half hours later, back and forth up the stairs numerous of times so much that I had leg ache was when I finished. I was pretty impressed with myself I had managed to fit everything inside. The only problem now was that all the furniture that needed being put together was now thrown around the ground meaning that I had no space to walk. I went downstairs to find Honey from next door gone and mum just finishing putting the cutlery away, the lights were on dim and it started to look like home with all our furniture.

“Hey sweetie, you look like you’ve been busy, have you put everything away?” she asked putting some knives and forks into the draws. She looked tired and worn out but her eyes were still bright with excitement.

I nodded, “yeah, only now I need to put together all of it, like my bed needs doing, and my wardrobe and chest of draws,” I told her sighing lightly and leaning against the bare counters.

She gave me a sympathetic smile and closed the draw she was working on, “ok, well how about I order a takeaway, since Honey from next door gave me a couple of leaflets with Chinese and Pizza, you want to look at those while I check what Maggie’s doing?”

I nodded and found them on the counter near some plates still needing to be put away.

My mum walked out the kitchen and up the stairs while I took the plates out of the protective packaging. I put them away in a cupboard and went to look at the leaflets.

Deciding for a pizza, I looked through the different types, cheese, Hawaiian, Barbecue and so many more. I chose plain boring margarita cheese and saw Maggie and mum coming down the hall. They came into the kitchen and mum took the leaflet from me and handed it to Maggie. She got her mobile out the bag to phone them since our home phone wasn’t still set up.  She asked me what I wanted then asked Maggie, she