Hi guys, this story isn't perfect but I still hope you enjoy!

My writing was a lot more immature then than it is now, but I did try my best and this story is my baby, so be nice ;)

So, I had always had a thing for bad boys. I didn't know why and I didn't know how, all I knew was that bad boys really were the sexiest boys on Earth. I swear, they could take over the world with their tattoo's, their leather jackets and their wayward bed hair as their motorbike engines revved across the streets of the world.

It didn't really surprise me that when I went to the small rectangular window of my bedroom I was remotely stunned by the image below me. You would have sworn the heating was on full blast and that the sun had moved miles closer to the Earth just to burn. I tingled, everywhere. He was beautiful, in all ways possible.

"God fucking damn." I gasped as my eyes fully set on what looked like a sex God in a leather jacket. His dark hair whipped through the wind like a leaf on its branch, his eyes were so piercing they could be seen distinctly from my bedroom window.

The way his jean clad legs moved elegantly from his motorbike (of course he had a motorbike) would make any girl want to kiss the floor he walked on. And I knew no doubt they did.

I hated to admit it, hated to even think it, but this boy was the images of all dark and dangerous dreams and thoughts. I knew I couldn't be the only one.

I just had to stop and stare from my window.

This mysteriously, handsome guy had to be the new neighbour my mother had been telling me about for the last week. I should have taken more notice in what she was saying, she never told me he was a hot, troubled, future fantasy.

If she did, maybe I could have been prepared for such a sight.

Suddenly, the boy looked up to the window where I was sweating, rooted to the spot. My eyes widened a fraction before I moved out of sight.

Jesus Christ, lord help me.

I wasn't one to go around eyeing every boy who looked like a male model, yet this boy made me do just that. But he was undeniably sexy, you couldn't really blame me.

I took a quick peak to see if the bad boy had gone, but I was unfortunately mistaken, he was still there, stock still with one leg holding up him and his motorbike. His face blank and expressionless, yet aimed at me. I couldn't look away this time, I was motionless, immobile.

His small frown turned into a smirk as he took me in. His eyes raked my body from the strands of my hair to the rest of my body that was seen from the window.

I was rooted to the spot, I physically couldn't move.

"Alright, love?" He asked, his voice loud but deep, domineering and desirable. I shivered at the sound of it. He really was dark and dangerous, it was in all of the actions he possessed.

I didn't answer, my throat was too dry. Jesus, this was embarrassing. Why couldn't you just be social, Cali? Can't you be strong and confident?

I mentally shook my head; no I could not. Especially when he was looking at me the way he was.

"Are you going to speak any time today?" He smirked again as he got off his motorbike and walked forward. He was patronising me and I scowled.

"What do you want?" I asked. I hope he didn't ask me the same question.

You, that would be the answer.

"Nothing, just merely checking out my new neighbour." He shrugged. "I got to tell you, I like what I see."

"Are you always this confident?" I asked, my voice growing louder for him to hear me.

"Confident or honest?"

"Sometimes honesty isn't always the best policy."

"Who told you that?" He asked as he folded his arms across his broad chest. I watched him move with grace and fluidity. "They're wrong."

"Right." I rolled my eyes.

"If I wasn't honest, you wouldn't know that I think you're fucking hot."

"I didn't want to know." I was lying through my teeth. I didn't know what his game was, but I was blushing on the spot. "Fucking hot" ? I could have said the exact same thing back.

"Well, darling, that's your loss." He shrugged again. "Not everyone's going to like it, but with me-" he pointed to his chest. "You get what you see." He winked.

"Great." I replied back sarcastically. He was arrogant, I could see that. But really, surpisingly, it just added fuel to the fire. He was confident and he was honest. Weirdly, I loved it.

Without saying bye, I went to shut the curtains on his tall figure beneath the window.

"Wait." The simple demand had me opening the curtains again. I looked down at him, my window wide open and the wind coming in to throw my hair across my face.

Hell, it felt like a scene from Repunzel, except here, there was no prince. There was something terribly hotter than that; a leather jacket wearing bad boy and a motorbike behind him. The resemblance was extremely contrasting, but I preferred this image.

"I'll be seeing you around." The determination and the promise in his eyes had my heart flipping in my chest.

"Will you?"

"You're my new neighbour, you'll be seeing me a lot more than you think." He smiled, it blew me back in to my bedroom. "You'll be loving every second of it."

"Don't flatter yourself." I scoffed. Loving every second of it? He was 100% right. I wasn't going to tell him that.

"It's all in your eyes, Lady." He smirked. "I'm a good eye reader."

"Is there something you can't do? Jesus." I rolled my eyes as I huffed. Don't tell me he was one of them annoying human beings who knew how to do everything with ease and skill.

"Kyle." He shot out.

"What?" I replied, confused.

"My name's Kyle, not Jesus." Kyle pointed my way. "Hopefully, Kyle will be the only name you'll be shouting from them lips."

"You disgust me already." Without a second thought, I shut the curtains tightly, blocking him from view. I could hear his chuckle below.

"I love that innocent persona." I peeked at him through the small gap in the curtains. He was still looking my way, a small smile playing on his lips.

If he knew what was going on in this head, he would not be saying I'm innocent.

Suddenly, a car pulled up to his drive way. A small, pale pink sports car with flower car stickers randonly placed on the back pulled up beside him. Kyle turned.

I straightened as I looked at the scene before me.

A gorgeous girl slid out of the car with so much elegance and grace I nearly fell to the floor crying for mercy. Why couldn't I slide out of a car like that? Why couldn't I look like that was the real question.

"Come on baby," The girl purred as she fondled Kyle. Kyle took his eyes away from my window and weirdly, I was disappointed.

I opened the curtains and he looked back as he made his way over to the car. I didn't think pink suited him, and was shocked to see him enter the car without a care.

He looked to me and winked. He turned to the blonde a moment later.

"Why was you looking up there for?" I heard the blonde ask Kyle. Kyle shrugged dismissively before slidding into the passenger seat without another word.

Deciding I had enough of sexually gazing at the boy next door, I made my way down stairs where I came face to face with my older sister.

"Cali." Tammy sneered.

"Tammy." I sneered back. Tammy and I were not exactly 'friends' if you like. Tammy was a sly, blonde bimbo. Everything I wasn't. I had to admit, she was gorgeous, but if you count the definition of gorgeous as fake hair, fake nails and fake tan then I guess that's okay. She also faked her grades to get the attention she so desperately needed off my parents. Don't ask me how she did it because I would not be able to tell you, I have no clue myself. She was star daughter, still, everything I wasn't.

"Haven't you done your hair today? You look disgusting." Tammy said with a look of disgust. I rolled my eyes, I should have been angry but truth is, I wasn't. I have been through this for the last 17 years of living, I was used to it by now.

"Start looking natural and then talk to me about how disgusting I look." I muttered back.

"Cali! Don't say such nasty things to your sister." My mother scolded while walking into the kitchen with an apron on and a wooden spoon in her hand.

"She started it!" I stated childishly while pointing to Tammy. Tammy gazed at me with a victorious smirk and a challenging wink.

"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it. Now both of you get ready, the Knights are coming over for a welcoming dinner this evening." My mother, Linda, exclaimed.

"I-is that...them?" I asked while pointing to the left, indicating the house next door where Kyle now lived. My mother nodded. I tilted my head back and groaned.

"What's the matter with you? Another person doesn't like you?" Tammy viciously asked. I decided to ignore her comment, knowing nothing would come out of it apart from a scolding off my so called mother.

I turned around and made my way back upstairs and into my room, a place of peace and freedom. I peaked out of the curtains again, to check if Kyle really was gone, I didn't know whether to be delighted or disappointed at the fact he wasn't there.

He was arrogant, but he was fun.

"Only because he's hot, Cali," I whispered to myself. I fell backwards on the bed and closed my eyes for just a second.

"They'll be here soon!" Mother shouted from down stairs. I huffed in annoyance before dragging my petite body to the shower and letting the warm water wash away all my thoughts.

After a quick shower I put on one of my best outfits which only consisted of jeans, and a knitted jumper. I didn't wear dresses, I didn't dress smart most of the time either, this was smart for me and the only outfit I owned which was actually appropriate for times like these.

About half an hour later, a shrilling sound resonated around the house. David, my father, made his way to the door to welcome our new next door neighbours into our home.

I made my way down stairs and was instantly confused yet relieved that Kyle wasn't here. Maybe he didn't live there after all.

"My son will be here soon, he's just out at the moment." A dark haired woman stated with a look of embarrassment and annoyance. I instantly had butterflies in my stomach. Why? Because this woman mentioned her son, who must be Kyle.

He definitely had my attention.

I was screwed.