Chapter 2: Have You Always Been This Much of a Pervert?-2

“Jailbait.” He whispers, smiling at me. “You don’t have to worry about going to jail, because you and I will never do anything.” “I don’t know Mickey, you’re pretty hot. I’ll have you in no time.” He promises, his minty breathe blowing over my face. “So, after all this time you’re still a jerk, huh Ryder?” I meant it as a rhetorical question, but Ryder never was the brightest guy out there so obviously he doesn’t get it. Ryder stands up and walks towards my door. But then he turns it around, “Just remember Mickey, my bedroom is right across the hall. You’re welcome to come in anytime.” I roll my eyes at his stupid black shirted back as he leaves my room. What a prick. Seeing as Ryder is the oldest O’Connor child, when we were younger, he was top dog. The boss. A self-absorbed king, from age two-which is how old he was when I was born-until age twelve-which was how old he was when we stopped coming. I’m not gonna lie and say Ryder isn’t hot; because he is. In fact, he’s really hot. Quite possibly the hottest O’Connor child. But I can’t stand him, not to mention he’s nineteen years old and going into his sophomore year in college. If he even went to college that is. It’s now only 4:00. Time is going by so slow. I can’t go back to Dallas until like a week before school starts back. It starts on the 27th of August meaning I can back home on the 20th. That bites because today’s only June 15th. I curl up in my bed, trying to fall asleep, even though I probably shouldn’t because it’s so early still. I hear the sound of a girl screaming loudly outside my bedroom door. I sit up quickly. Ice Princess must be home. The door bursts open and I see Hailey O’Connor standing before me. She still looks pretty much the same as she did seven years ago when nine years old. Only her brown hair is shorter, hanging around her shoulders. As opposed to being long, choppy, and split. She’s wearing a leopard print mini skirt and a brown camisole with a little jacket over it. “Why are you here?” She asks. “I know you knew I was coming.” I reply. “Well yeah, but not today. Why are you here?” She repeats. “Family stuff.” “Don’t you have any real family you could have stayed with?” You better believe I do. Aunt, Uncles, Grandparents, Friends. I tried to convince my mother and Phil to let me stay at anyone else’s house, but they were set on me coming to Vernon. I sigh, standing up from my bed, “Listen Hailey. I don’t like you, and you don’t like me. That’s fine. I don’t wanna be here, and you don’t want me here. I get it. But believe me, if I had any other option, I would not be here in your stupid little town right now. So I think these next three months will go by just fine and dandy if you stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours.” Hailey rolls her eyes at me and crosses her arms as she thinks of something to say. Finally she replies with, “Don’t cross me McKenna.” Then she storms out of my room. I sit back on my bed, and really try to go to sleep this time. There’s no one I want to see. I’ve already had three run ins with the O’Connor’s. won’t be long until I have to face the remaining three. As I open my eyes, my heart rate increases as I see a person staring out of my window. His back to me. From the back and judging by the blondish/brown hair, it’s William. Will for short. I clear my throat, and Will turns around looking at me. Will should be seventeen now, like me, but boy does he look older. Not even in a bad way. He looks to be about nineteen, possibly twenty. He looks way hotter than I would have ever thought he’d turn out to. I mean, not that he was ugly or anything. But when we were seven, he got braces, and the following year, he started wearing glasses. He was also a bit on the chubby side. Not fat, just fluffy. Let me tell you, the glasses are gone, and so are the braces and that fluff is nowhere to be seen, and William O’Connor is looking pretty damn good. “McKenna.” He says softly. “Hey Will.” I reply. Yes, I did say the O’Connor’s tortured me, and they did! I mean they were horrible to me. One time they put itching powder in my clothes. All of them! That was the worst few days of my life. I literally had to throw away all of the clothes I’d brought to Vernon. Another time they took my toothbrush, my freaking toothbrush and cleaned the toilet with it! Luckily though Asher did tell me before I brushed my teeth. But aside from that, Will was usually the nice one. He usually told me what to look out for, or where the traps were set or whatever. “How are you?” He asks, from my window. I nod my head as a gesture of ‘okay’, “I’ve been alright. What about you?” “Good. I’ve been good.” “That’s good.” I reply; still in shock of how much different he looks. “Staring isn’t polite McKenna.” He says jokingly. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, “I’m sorry, it’s just. You look so…” “Different?” He offers. I nod, “Yeah.” “I hope that’s a good thing.” “It’s a good thing.” I confirm. Honestly it is. He's taller now, obviosuly, and his brown hair is shorter than it used to be. Will smiles, and I am nearly blinded by his perfectly straight, and bleached white teeth. Okay, so that’s an exaggeration, but his teeth are straight, and they are white. “You look pretty different yourself.” He says. “Do I?” I ask. Will nods, “Yeah, you do. You hair’s longer.” He tells me. I crack a smile, “Yeah, I guess it is.” “I missed you McKenna.” “I missed you too Will.” I tell him truthfully, patting the bed next to me, telling him to sit down. “So tell me what you’ve been doing the past seven years.” “Not much. Football camp during the summer, school the rest of the time.” He says, sitting down next to me. “You play football?” I ask him. Will nods, “I started playing when I was thirteen.” “So why aren’t you there now?” I ask. “Well for starters, today was the last day of school, and second I didn’t wanna go this year.” “How come?” “Because you’re here this summer. I wanted to see you.” “It has been seven years.” I state. “Yup, it has.” “What time is it?” I ask him. He pulls his white iPhone from his pocket, “It’s 6:50. Come on, we’re late to dinner.” “What time is dinner?”