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The Bad Boy Next Door
Scenario:At 17, Michelle had just moved to new York with her mother leaving everyone that she knows behind.
As soon as she arrives at her new home, she begins to observe her newest, attractive bad boy mysterious neighbour.
One night, unintentionally from her bedroom window, she sees him having sex with another girl and since then she cannot get him out of her head.
It will become increasingly difficult to resist him.
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Michelle Carter
determined, and naive. Michelle struggles with the loss of her father and the adjustment to a new life in New York. She becomes intrigued by her neighbor, Jake, and his mysterious behavior. Despite witnessing him with another girl, she finds herself drawn to him and decides to confront him about his actions.
Jake Anderson
secretive, and rebellious. Jake is known for his bad boy reputation and his ability to attract girls easily. He lives alone in his house after his parents' death in a car accident. Jake becomes the object of Michelle's fascination after she witnesses him with another girl through her window.
Sarah Johnson
caring, and loyal. Sarah maintains a close relationship with Michelle through phone calls and letters despite the distance between them.
"Will you miss me?
" Sarah asked through the phone.
Sarah is my best friend since childhood.
We grew up together, went to the same school, and even shared classes.
I was leaving her behind in California with everyone else I knew to move to New York with my mother.
"Yes, of course, I will miss you," I replied.
It was hard for me to hold my tears.
I do not want her to see me crying when we were saying our goodbyes in front of my house, where the taxi waited for me and my mother.
"You should come visit me during summer breaks," I added, trying to hold my tears.
"I will," she nodded, looking at me sadly.
She hugged me tight from both sides.
I hugged her back and kissed my cheek.
I hugged everyone else that came to say goodbye to me.
As soon as we got into the taxi, I stood still in the same place and watched as Sarah's figure grew smaller and smaller until the taxi turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
I saw her waving her hands from the back window of the taxi, and the others gathered around her on my old driveway.
My throat tightened as I tried to wave back at her, but my hand felt heavy.
My mom reached over from the front seat, squeezing my knee in a silent gesture of support.
I turned away from the window and couldn't watch anymore.
I pulled out my phone from my bag and typed out a message to Sarah.
"Already missing you," I said.
Her response came immediately with a heart emoji.
Fresh tears filled my eyes as they rolled down my cheeks.
"Hey, there's something I need to tell you before you go," Sarah's voice crackled through the phone.
"What is it?" I asked, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
"I found out why your mom really wants to move to New York," she said hesitantly, her words hanging heavily in the air.
I looked at my mom in the front seat, but she was oblivious to the conversation.
"Tell me," I said, curiosity getting the better of me.
"I can't tell you over the phone," she said.
"It's not safe."
I frowned, confused.
"What do you mean?"
I asked.
"I'll tell you when you get there," she said.
"Promise me you won't tell your mom."
"Okay," I replied, feeling a sense of unease wash over me.
"But why can't you tell me now?"
"I'll explain everything when you get there," she said, her voice serious.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I promise," I said, feeling a sense of trepidation.
"Goodbye, Michelle," she said.
"Goodbye, Sarah," I replied, watching as the taxi pulled away from my old house.
I sat in my new desk chair and stared blankly at the stack of moving boxes that still needed to be unpacked.
My phone vibrated on top of one of the boxes, breaking me out of my trance-like state.
I picked it up and saw Sarah's name flashing on the screen. I hesitated for a moment before deciding not to answer it.
I couldn't deal with her cryptic messages right now; I had too much to unpack and settle into my new life here in New York.
I turned back to the boxes and began to open them up one by one, pulling out books and clothes and stacking them neatly on my desk and bed.
As I worked, I glanced out the window every so often to see if Jake was around.
He was nowhere to be seen until late afternoon when he pulled his motorcycle into his driveway and started working on it again.
I watched him through my bedroom window as he tinkered with the engine, his muscles flexing under his shirt as he tightened something with a wrench.
It was distracting enough that I didn't notice when Sarah's call went to voicemail.
The phone buzzed again, and this time I picked it up, feeling guilty for ignoring her earlier.
"Hey, I know you're busy, but I really need to talk to you about this," Sarah's voice was urgent.
"Alright, I'm listening," I said, trying to focus despite the noise of Jake's motorcycle revving outside.