Seventeen-year-old Scarlett Hayes is living her life by her own rules. Losing her parents at a young age has made her strong and fiercely independent. She knows exactly who she is and nothing is going to change that.
Everything starts to change for...
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Scarlett
The rest of my first day at school went by quickly. Most of the students still watched me warily and every time I saw Blake he would grin and shake his head at me. He was really annoying me.
By the time the end-of-school bell rang, I was ready to leave. I'd had enough and if I saw Blake once more I wouldn't be responsible for my actions.
I made a quick stop at my locker before walking back out into the parking lot.
When I saw my new car parked in the parking lot, I felt a calmness settle in me at the thought of driving my baby home. I really needed it after the day I'd had.
I adjusted the strap of my school bag over my shoulder as my eyes met a set of stunning blue eyes. For a moment I stopped and took in the sight in front of me.
If Blake was a gorgeous, confident male whore, then this guy was sinfully stunning and the king of all male whores. He oozed sex appeal and an air of confidence that commanded attention. Immediately, I knew he was the leader of the other group, Cade Presley. I felt an air of authority around him and the only other person I felt that around was Blake.
I recognized him as the driver of the red Porsche I'd raced and I felt a smug smile tug at my lips as I held his gaze.
His hair was black like mine, although his was short on the sides and had a longer section on top that fell across his forehead. When his deep piercing turquoise eyes settled on me, I felt my body shiver at the intensity of it. Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach as I held his gaze.
I didn't have to know him to be able to tell that he was dangerous and ruthless. It was something I could sense.
Even dressed in a plain white shirt and faded jeans, he was gorgeous and looked ready for a photo shoot. It should be against the law for someone to be that good-looking; he was lethal.
I reminded myself that hot guys normally knew it and carried around an ego to match. He might look good on the outside, but I'd bet money he was not so good on the inside.
He was leaning against the side of his red Porsche.
I wouldn't let him intimidate me so I held my head high as I confidently walked toward my car. There were a couple of girls surrounding him, vying for his attention, but his eyes were fixed on me.
I watched as his eyes widened in surprise when I opened the door to the Maserati. The girls who were trying to engage him in conversation realized that his attention wasn't on them anymore and when they noticed that he was staring at me, they crossed their arms over their chests and glared at me.
As I slid into my car, I noticed the guy from earlier, the blond one with the short hair who had initially glared at me in my first lesson of the day. He walked up to Cade and stood by him. Both of them watched me intently as I started up my car and revved slightly as I backed the car out of the parking space.
