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Kelsie.

Rounding the corner, I saw the Porsche that was very familiar to me. Colton must be home. I walked quickly to the modern designed house that was like home to me. I like it better there than my actual home anyway. I'm over there more often. Maybe I should just move in there. My mom always said that she chose Mrs. North to be my godmother because she would treat me as if I were her own child. If something ever happened to my parents, I would probably live with the North family. I'm not trying to sound like a horrible person but sometimes I wish I stayed with them because I feel more comfortable with them. I was an only child growing up, so Colton was like my brother.

Mrs. North always wanted a daughter but she only had Colton. If I had a sibling, I probably wouldn't have hung out with Colton so much which isn't something I want to think about. Life without Colton would be like life without air. That's how close we are. Although, when I turned nine or so, my parents told me they were adopting a little girl named Bethany. You could imagine how surprised I was.

After finally getting to the very large metal gate, I pushed a doorbell. I heard some feedback before Colton's deep voice blared from the speaker.

"Who is it?" He asked. I just laughed in response because he knew it was me. He always knows, but he liked to annoy me. I'm a very impatient person when it comes to Colton. He knew just how to push my buttons. When we were children, he used to take my juice box and since he was so much taller than me, I would have to jump for it. I would get really frustrated and always start crying. Then after school, he would apologize and hug me until I forgave him. Classic Colton North move that I could never resist.

"It's me, dork," I replied after a moment of silence. That was my usual nickname for him. He was everything but a dork. He was Mr. Popular and lacrosse team captain. Colton may not be book smart but he sure as hell is street smart. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to walk around his whole house without getting lost.

"Hm... I don't know a Me. Sorry." He said playfully. I rolled my eyes at his stupid counter. "I'm just kidding. Come in." Colton said as I heard a loud beeping sound. That beeping sound meant that the gate is unlocked. The golden knob for the gate turned by itself. Waiting patiently for the gates to fully open, I looked up at the big house. It was a very modern type house. Glass windows could be seen from every angle you looked at. The house was painted a glossy light blue color. There was a slight overhang of the roof but it was barely noticeable.

Walking along the gravel walkway, my eyes focused on the ground, making sure I didn't trip on anything like last time. My pace quickened and soon I was at the front door of the North household. I knocked ever so gently. The long, brown door was pulled open by Colton. He smiled and stepped aside to let me in. I just stood there smirking. Getting impatient, he scoffed and pulled me inside the house. "Don't leave or get mad." He said sternly. My eyebrows furrowed but I soon understood what he meant.

He invited the lacrosse jocks over. See, Colton is captain of the lacrosse team. All of those arrogant jerks annoy the hell out of me. I could deal with it when we were at a lacrosse game or a meet, but when they were hanging at his place, I couldn't stand them. Hollers and screams could be heard as the football game was on. I looked at all the boys on the couch surrounding the television.

"Why?" I mumbled and threw my bag on the stairs. The sudden noise made all of the boys look up at me. Shit. That's great. Just great. I coughed awkwardly at all the boys staring at me. It made me uncomfortable. "Perverts." I muttered walking upstairs stiffly. To my surprise, Colton didn't follow me or try to get me to come down stairs. Jerk.

"Kelsie's looking hot today," I heard Scott Laster say. Scott, Colton, and I used to be best friends. The "Three Amigos" as he used to call us. That was until 6th Grade where Scott asked me out to the school dance. I declined his offer and ever since then, we could not stand each other. I honestly don't know why I can't stand him. It's probably because he's an arrogant little asshole. Don't get me wrong, he can be the sweetest guy you'll meet, but not to me. I remember the first day of freshman year when he threw pudding at me. I was stuck with gooey chocolate in my hair for the rest of the day. I vowed that I would never let Scott ruin anything for me. A vow which I still keep today. I haven't talked to him since that day. He hasn't talked to me either. I guess he's just looking for trouble.