⚔Castor Cruz⚔

The music blared through my eardrums. Fall Out Boy should do more of this, I thought to myself. My little sister Zoe ran straight to the door, "Mummy, can I open it? Please, please, please."

I smirked. I remember being five and finding the pleasure in using the keys to open the front door.

"Sure, Zoe," my mum grinned and gave her the key. Her clammy fingers pushed it into the keyhole. After a few tries, she gave up on what to do from there. I sighed, impatiently waiting. 

My mum threw a glare at me as she easily twisted the knob and the door opened. 

I picked up my duffel bag again, pulled my suitcase with that hand and then had a box under the other arm. The removalists would be here soon with my bed, desk and drawers of clothes. I looked around the first floor. Basic living room, kitchen, dining room, back patio and bathroom. I went upstairs, Zoe trying to keep up with me. She squealed, "Ooh! Look! A bay window!"

She ran to the small couch that was hidden in the windowsill. Cute for a five-year-old. She called, "Castor! Our neighbours are really pretty!"

"Whatever," I chuckled at her, "I know lots of pretty girls."

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes at me, "But this girl could be in a magazine."

That kind of pretty? I sighed rudely and dropped my box and duffel bag and suitcase on the ground. I unplugged my headphones and walked to the bay window. Sure enough, a girl was walking towards the window adjacent, her eyes focused on the floor. She had long blonde hair, a slender figure and was quite tanned. Her face was buried in a maths textbook. I let out a low whistle, "Whoa."

She was in skinny jeans, Converse and a baggy Vans top but I could imagine that she had a good body under the baggy shirt. I mentally slapped myself. I'm sixteen. I'm supposed to be laying off the girls and settling down. 

My player period is over. 

I rubbed my sister's ginger hair, "She is pretty. But you must never repeat that."

Zoe giggled like an idiot as I picked my stuff back up and ventured into one of the empty bedrooms. I dumped my stuff and heard the truck reversing outside. I hurried downstairs and started grabbing stuff to put my room together.

*****

I opened my wardrobe and shoved my heavy drawers in. Thinking about it, I should have taken the drawers out whilst I carried the dresser up the stairs... Oh well, it makes up for missing footy practice. 

I stuffed the rest of my clothes in and took the shoes out of my duffel bag to put them on top of my dresser. 

This wardrobe was twice the size of my old one, so now I had spare space on the other side. I turned and opened my empty suitcase. I took out all my DVDs, Video Games, Books, Textbooks, everything and tried to organise them on my desk. I put my laptop on my desk too. Now I just had to put my bed together. 

Within ten minutes I was lost on how to put wooden planks on the bed. Yeah, you heard me right.

I heard a small giggle and looked to the door, "Zoe?"

"Nah, over here," a different voice said.

I looked to the window at the blonde. She gave me a once-over. I was used to that. I smirked at the pretty girl. Too bad she was half hidden underneath an oversized hoodie so I couldn't see the top half of her face. She grinned, "Do you know how to put a bed together?"

I could have made a sexual innuendo out of that... "No, but I know how to get together in a bed?" I cracked a smirk.

She scowled, "Funny," though there was no trace of humour in her voice, "Do you want me to help you?"

I looked up at the clock I'd nailed into the wall. It was three-thirty. School must have just finished. I shook my head, "Nah, I've got an old friend coming over."

And it was true. My buddy Ethan Mayers was coming. I hadn't seen the guy in almost a year since he'd moved schools. Now we were reuniting. God, that sounded like something a girl would say. 

"Already here, man," a deep voice said.

I leapt up, "Ethan!"

I leapt on him on a tackle and fake wrestled him. Finally, we ended up on the floor laughing.

The girl was watching us with avid curiosity. She frowned, "Whatever then. I've got to go buy some blinds."

I waved at her with two fingers.

Ethan called, "Wait, girly!"

I glared up at him.

He smirked, "Do I know you? From school?"

The girl sighed loudly, "I've gone to the same school as you for a year, Ethan."

"What's your name?"

"I'm in your Science class!" she argued, "Do you seriously not know my name?"

"Nup," he said honestly.

She turned her back on him and stormed out of her bedroom. 

I grinned at Ethan, "I'm back buddy!"

"Here to make my life miserable?"

"You know it," I chuckled, "Now help me make this bed."

Ethan frowned but begun putting the wood down correctly. 

*****

I sat on the sill of my window. Apparently, there was some need for a bay window in a bedroom. But why when you already have a bed? Clueless.

I sat on it anyway and watched the girl as she paced her bedroom, reading out of To Kill a Mockingbird. She finally threw the book onto the bed, "Stuff you, Mr Gilmer!"

I smirked, "I'm sure the book didn't deserve that."

She glared at me and I jumped at the sight of her multicoloured eyes. They were a hard colour to describe. They could have been blue, grey, green or even a light brown. It was hard to tell. She was quite pretty. I was pretty sure I'd seen her somewhere before. My first thought was on a Victoria's Secret poster in Playboy but her clothes were too trashy for that. And she was way too nerdy. 

The girl growled, "It did. It totally did. I mean, Mr Finch's accusation makes sense. Tom Robinson doesn't even have a left hand for Christ's sake, yet Mr Gilmer still manages to win over the judge?! TKaMB really deserved to be thrown onto the bed."

She picked it up and brushed it off.

"You can throw me onto the bed if you want," I winked. My sexual innuendos were on fire today.

She wrinkled her nose at me, "No thanks."

"Come on," I smirked and gestured to my body, "Who can resist this?"

"I can," she said with a defiant tone.

"What's your name, Nerd?" I asked. Nerd. Even though she was semi-pretty, she was still a nerd. 

"Leila," she crossed her arms, "Leila Perez. You are?"

"Castor Cruz," I nodded, "Perez, huh? Habla Español? (Do you speak Spanish?)"

"Sí (Yes.)," she gave me a tight-lipped smile, "Es usted Español? (Are you Spanish?)"

"Duh," I said, "Dad's Spanish. Mum's Australian."

"Ditto," she said, "But my dad's not around."

"Ditto," I said quietly and stood up out of the bay window, "Anyways, carry on shouting at a book. I'm going to go be sane."

"Are you calling me insane?"

"Anyone who shouts at a book is insane, Nerd," I rolled my eyes.

She growled at me.

"If you wanted to make love, just ask," I teased.

Her mouth fell open.

"You'll catch flies like that, Nerd."

She glared at me and closed her window. 

I smirked. She still needs to invest in blinds. 

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