1.2

I pulled up to a small rundown victorian house on the edge of the "downtown" area, if you could call it that. I saw a familier face looking at the house the same way that I was. Nigel.

Nigel was my planned out high school sweetheart. My parents and his parents where both powerful people in Bridgeport and our parents wanted nothing but for us to be together. He's rich, he's not toooo bad looking, so whats the problem? He's straight insane. He's mean. I broke his heart and he couldn't take it. And if I had to live with anyone I knew, Nigel would be the last I would pick.

I was right, Small, rundown, outdated house. The whole house is as big as my bed room and I sure as hell wasn't about to share a bed with Nigel, I would just have to get there first. He can sleep on the couch.

I asked him what he was doing here and this was the place his parents sent him to as well. He also told me that he would make my life living hell if I didn't follow... the rules?

I went to bed early that night, so I could claim the bed. But I guess this was part of "the rules" because he just crawled into bed with me while I was asleep.