Good Girl Next Door ➳ A H.S Fanfic

Being me isn't always easy, in fact it's not easy at all. You might even think being me is the best thing that could ever happen in your pathetic life but your wrong. I normally don't chase girls... but it was this one girl...this one girl that changed my life forever....and this...this is the story of the girl that changed it all...

I was coming home from a girl's house I "slept" over last night she pleased me well better than any other girl before well except for the one but that's besides the point. I walked pass the Kimberliné household who just moved in about 3 months ago as Mr. Kimberliné frantically rushes towards me with disgust written all over his face.

"Harold! Harold may I speak to you for a minute?" he asked in his thick country accent.

"How may I help you Mr. Kimberliné, sir?" I ask hoping this conversation ends soon.

"My baby girl Eleanor is coming home from her 3 month trip in France, now I don't want you nowhere near her with your funny business now ya hear?" He states slightly with a raised tone.

"Sure whatever." I say as I walk away trying to shake off my heavy hangover.

I finally get to my flat bursting through the front door as I scurry up to my room like a rat lying down on it as I slowly drift to sleep. Minutes later I am awoken by a loud large U-Haul truck drives up across the street. I peek out of my window as I see a beautiful-- goddess at the most girl hopping out of the car with her long beautiful dark brown hair flows in the wind.

I look down at my appearance seeing that I look like the scum of the earth. I jump into the shower and just as I get out of the shower I hear a rather harsh banging at my front door. I hop out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist as I walk downstairs to open the door.

"UPS here's you package sir, sign here please." a delivery woman says as she scales my body, her eyes directing straight to my member which was now hard from taking my warm shower.

"Would you like to come inside and give my tool a go?" I chuckle as I sign the paper.

She turns around and walks away while I stare at her gorgeous bum as she switches away. I close the door and rush upstairs to get dressed as I remember why I was getting dressed in the first place. I look down at the package seeing tat the package isn't for me but for an "Eleanor Kimberliné". I throw on some black skinny jeans a white Nirvana t-shirt and black chucks. I grab the package off of the table and head over to the house of the Kimberliné's and lightly tapping at there door.

Notes

Hey so this is my 2nd Fanfic my first on is called The Story Of My Life so be sure to check it out loves and please your more than welcome to give me feed back on the story! Well bye now

~Jazsmin:D

P.S their last name is pronounced (Kim•ber•lean)