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with me in front of the whole class. He’s dreadful.”
              “Wonderful,” Lacey sighed. "I'll probably be stuck with someone worse than the new kid."
    "No, trust me, Lace, no one is worse than Mr. Keiffer Lawrence," I cringed.
    "Seriously? His name is Keiffer?" She laughed, though it ended in a coughing fit. "How…different!"
    "I know. Strange, right? He's boring. Just a boring, dull, individual. I can't wait until I can humiliate him in front of the entire class." I bit my bottom lip in thought. "I didn't realize just how pleasant this stupid project might be..."
    "Oh, Jenna. You're always up to no good," Lacey smiled as she opened the door for me. I stepped outside onto her own private walkway.
    "No, I just know how to give others what they deserve," I headed towards the driveway. "Get better, girl!"
    "Thanks for the notes," she called back.
    By the time I got home it was completely dark out. I unlocked the front door and dropped my backpack on the floor by the shoe mat. Tying my hair up in a ponytail, I slipped into the kitchen to fill up a glass of water. Dad was sitting at the table reading another automotive magazine.
    "What are you still doing awake?" I asked, taking a sip of my water.
    "The new neighbors are here. Mom's showing them around the house. I got bored so I came down here." He flipped the page of his magazine. "They've got a son, about your age."
    "Oh no," I whined. Dad looked up at me, surprised. "Does he have curly, blonde hair?"
    Dad nodded his head. "You know him?"
    "Unfortunately. What are the odds that he moved into the house next to ours? That house has been vacant for almost two years!" I poured the water down the sink. "Don't tell mom I'm home. I'll just sneak up to my room so he doesn’t see me." I kissed him quickly on the cheek before grabbing my backpack from the floor and running up the stairs to my room.
    I tiptoed across the wooden floor until I finally reached my bedroom door. Silently opening the door, I slipped into the room. The light was already on, which meant my mom showed them my room. I flopped down at my computer, pulling my trigonometry textbook out of my backpack. This was my nightly routine. Sleep could never come before my school work.
    "Nice room you got here," Keiffer said from my bed. I jumped to my feet, holding my textbook as a bat. He smiled at me before picking up the picture frame of Brad that I kept next to my bed. "So this is Brad?"
    "What are you doing in my room?" I squealed, snatching the picture from his hands.
    "I heard you come home so I came in to wait for you." He looked around my room.
    "Well, you can leave now," I announced. I opened the door for him, waiting for him to finally get up and take his exit.
    "You aren't a very good host," he admitted, finally standing up from my bed.
    "And you aren't a very good guest."
    He chuckled in amusement. "You're kind of a jumpy individual, aren't you?" He stepped outside of my bedroom door.
    "I'm not jumpy, I just don't know you."
    "Well, get to know me."
    "I don't want to," I admitted. He stuck his foot in the door so I couldn't shut it . "Please move your foot," I said through clenched teeth.
    "Let's go out tonight," he suggested.
    "What? No!" I almost yelled.
    "Come'on. I know the perfect place -"
    "No! Keiffer , go away!"
    "-to get a burger," he finished.
    I started to count to ten in my head. After I let out a deep breath, I looked up at him through slitted eyes. “I have no interest in getting to know you. All I want to do is my homework.” I paused for a second.  “And what kind of a name is Keiffer anyway?”
    He shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t name myself. Blame my mom.”
    “You mean your parents? Not just your mom,” I retaliated.
    “No, my mom.” He pushed his hair back from off his forehead. “My dad wasn’t exactly around when I was born.”
    “Oh,” I felt my cheeks start to blush. I had been so wrapped around trying to be rude to him that I forgot that he was a