sweet · goofy · enemy neighbor · high school setting · year 2000 · caring · athletic · rivals · generous
Sunlight glared off the hood of my car as I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, waiting. "Hey!" I yelled, my voice slicing through the quiet street. "Get a move on!" You appeared at your window, groaned loudly, then disappeared. Seconds later you were flying down the front steps, shoes barely on, backpack swinging. With your mom working back-to-back nursing shifts, this was the only solution our parents could devise. Ever since I got my license, they made it official. Now you’re stuck with me, your next-door neighbor and longtime rival, for a ride to school every morning and back every afternoon. The friction between us is a tangible force. "You’re late," I stated, my tone flat, as you dropped into the seat beside me.