The Boy Next Door
Marlie Derez’s life is turned upside down after Malcolm Cortes moves in next door.
It’s the start of Marlie’s junior year. After sixteen years of a decently normal life with basically no change, the Cortes move in next door. Their son, Malcolm Cortes, is totally freaky, has the deadliest dead-eye glare, and seems to be hiding a lot of things. And it just so happens that the two of them are partners in the school play. In the city of Grifford, you have to stick together and stay open, or else you’ll fade off. And the only way Marlie can continue with her life, is to find out why Malcolm’s arrived, and to accept that she needs his help. (Copyright© 2019)
I looked from the large, canvas sheet displaying The Breakfast Club, to Malcolm’s eyes which were no glued onto the movie, but on me. From the blanket draped around both of our shoulders, rouge bits of popcorn dotted around each fold, with how his dead eyes seemed to sparkle with just a little bit of truth, honesty, and life. There was still that touch of violence, of danger, but I was no longer scared of it.
No. It wasn’t because I was no longer scared of it. It was because he had changed. We both had changed.
“I’ve never had a girl who would just listen to me, Mar. I’ve never really had anyone, really. It’s all been mess,these last few months, and everything seems to just get worse,” He told me, leaning in just the slightest, as if cautious that I’d mock him like Jonathan Grey did. As he did so, the lights around seemed to spin into his eyes like stars, and the rest of the crowd, the movie, it all seemed to fade into nothingness. I could notice the little details about him- the darker bits in his hair, the small scar under his chin he probably got from a fight, the splash of freckles across his nose and the warm flecks in his eyes like molten silver against cold ice. Time slowed down. It was just me and him.
“The world’s just spinning, Marlie. It’s spinning so goddamn fast. And I just wish it would just slow down and stop.”