HOT

I will start it off from the beginning of everything. The beginning of the love and the hate, drugs, the sex, just EVERYTHING.

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I looked off out the window, the only light in the room. It was near evening and no one was in the house. I was alone... I wish it could stay this way. I let the breeze flow through the room.

It was a cool breeze, signifying the coming of Autumn. I wish it could stay Summer forever.

"KARMA!!!" I heard, knocking me out of my trance. I looked around, realizing I forgot to unpack.

'Shit!' I thought to myself, jumping up. I ran downstairs to find a very pissed off mom. I smiled nervously and simply said, "Yeah?"

"I told you to unpack! The kitchen and the bathroom! Well?! Don't just stand there! MOVE IT!" She yelled. I jumped quickly and ran to the kitchen, quickly beginning to unpack.

I heard her walk away soon, sitting on the floor. I punched myself over and over out of anger. "Goddammit!" I whisper-yelled. I was such a screw-up. Why can't I do anything right?!

I huffed out, closing my eyes. 'Calm down. Unpack,' I said to myself. I got up and began to unpack. I then heard a faint knock on a window. I looked up, grabbing a knife. I wasn't about to let it happen again.

I walked to the open window, the biggest one in the kitchen. I looked around at the window and looked outside. "Back the fuck off," I said loud enough for whoever to hear. "I have a knife and I seriously am not fucking around," I said. I was on high alert.

Well, if I die here, you're probably wondering what I was talking about earlier. When I was 10, someone broke into our house. They had a gun and forced my mom to give up her jewels. I remember walking in, hearing the noise of yelling. The guy saw me. He grabbed me by my hair and held the gun to my head. "Give me the money! I will shoot this little fucker!" He said, holding me by the neck and the cool gun to my head. I bit my lip, sure I was going to die. My dad then lunged at him and boom. My dad was dead the moment he was shot. The guy ran off and never was caught. I still remember my father's eyes that night, the brown and sadness in them. I remember my mother's screams and her crying. I never forgot that night.

I heard then shuffling and I quickly held the knife up. "I swear! I'm not fucking afraid of you!" I said, breathing a bit quicker. I then didn't hear anything else. I looked around the outside of the window. I then saw it.

A small piece of paper tied to a stone. I climbed out the window, putting the knife down on the floor. I then touched the ground before grabbing the stone. I untied the twine holding it and read the paper.

It said, "So, you're new and I'm not new. I say you come over tomorrow, I live right across the street. If you're interested, come and knock three times.

Yours,

L.S"

I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, 'Some chick or something already trying to get with me. Can't they grow up and tell me in person?' I folded it back up and put it in my front pocket. I then was about to throw the stone, but I saw it was a pretty one. It glittered and was the color of red with black.

I decided to keep it.

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I woke up nice and late. I groaned, feeling a light breeze come in the room. I liked having a two story house. No one can crawl through my window so I can leave it open. I rolled over at my window and rolled my eyes.

'Jeez, I sure love sleeping late. May as well go see whoever is giving me stuff," I thought to myself. I got up and out on my round thing framed glasses. You ever see that aesthetic with those girls looking retro with their round glasses. Well, those are the glasses I love.

I grabbed my phone and threw on a quick outfit, a pink sweater with some skinny jeans. I put on some checkered vans and went downstairs."

"Karma! I have lunch ready!" I heard my sweet mom's voice. I ran to the kitchen and looked at the lunch. A perfect bologna sandwich with a side of potato chips. I literally could eat that any day.

I smiled and grabbed it, eating it quickly. I then stuffed the potato chips in my mouth, "Thanks mom!" I said. "I'm going to explore this neighborhood!" I shouted, going out the door. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, literally full.

I looked at the house across the street, shielding my eyes from the sun. I let out a big breath, walking to the front door. I knocked three times, loudly. I waited and waited. I was about to walk off before the door was being unlocked.

He was the hottest guy I have ever seen. I swear it...I felt dumbstruck as he tilted his head. I couldn't say anything for the life of me.

"Hey, so you got my message," he said. His voice was like honey and I wanted more of it. I felt my face get hot and I nodded slowly. He smiled and said, "I'm Leon, Leon Smith. I just thought I might say Hi and make you feel welcome."

"I-I'm Karma Deels," I stuttered out, mentally slapping myself. He chuckled and said, "Hi Karma. What an interesting name..."

"Is Karma here to get me~?" he cooed, smirking. I rolled my eyes, feeling like my face was a tomato. I then said, "If that's what you want, dream on." He laughed lightly, a cheerful one. I then crossed my arms, leaning on one leg. "If you're wanting to ridicule me, I think I should go," I said, ready to walk away. He grinned and said, "My mother said to give these to you. Bye bye now."

He handed me a plate of cookies before waving and closing the door, locking it behind him. I walked away, staring at the cookies. 'Was he seriously just hitting on me? Maybe I need a nap,' I thought to myself. I sighed, eating a cookie.

'Leon Smith. Everything about him is hot. I think he was hitting on me,' I walked into my house, setting the cookies down on the kitchen counter.

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Leon sat down, staring out the window. He watched as Karma walked away and wished he said more. He thought he was one of the cutest boy he's seen. He chuckled to himself, lighting a cigarette.

'You're gonna be mine, Mr. Deels'