"I swear to god Jade, if you don't fucking keep your mouth shut, I'll do it myself"
"What the fuck do you want from me, i told you i don't know anything, now let go of my fucking waist before anyone sees us"
He's such an asshole. I love it
Well fucking great. Summer is already over, so basically I'm going back to school. As much as an 18 year old can hate school, I could at least escape my stepmother through the day. It was hell at home with just her there, due to the absence of my father, I had to listen to her bullshit and deal with her abuse all day. I loved my father, and the absence of my actual mom hit him hard, and if I talk back to Ciarra, my stepmom, it could ruin the relationship of her and my father, and I don't wanna see him upset again.
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My alarm rang. 6am. I dragged myself out of bed, knowing I shouldn't have stayed up till 3am watching Netflix. I was exhausted and slowly walked over to my bathroom, with all the power i had left in me.
I was still half asleep, so being the daredevil I am, i turned the faucet water to freezing ice cold, and grabbed a handful. I splashed the water on my face, which definitely woke me up.
I threw on some concealer, mascara and lipgloss on. I'm not trying to impress anyone, or am I..?
I walked into my walk in closet, confused on what to wear. I looked through the racks of clothes, and I ended up going with a white crop top, a short sleeved jersey jacket, some black cargo pants, and my Air Force 1's.
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I ran the brush through my hair, I wasn't gonna do anything to it. It was good enough. I packed my bag, threw some notebooks and pens in there, and grabbed my phone to check the time.. and..
"SHIT, IM LATE"
Of fucking course.. this had to happen, on the first day. I snatched my phone, threw my bag over my shoulder, and sprinted downstairs. My dad obviously wasn't there, Ciarra was making breakfast for herself only obviously like the selfish bitch she is. And my brother was watching TV on the couch. I went over to my brother and said:
"Morning :)"
As I gave him a peck on the cheek, earning a smile in return. I then started jogging to the front door, not even looking at Ciarra. I grabbed my keys on the way out and went into my car.
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A/n POV:
You kept driving for about 10 minutes, feeling like the bad bitch you are, but exhausted at the same time. Tired of literally everything.
You park your car, get out of it and of course, all eyes on you. You let out a slight smile and whisper:
"Honestly, I'm not surprised"
Outside the school you see him. He's leaning on the wall, with a cigarette in his right hand, with his left hand in his pocket. You realized you knew him from somewhere, he looked familiar, he kept eyeing you while you were in deep thoughts. And then.. it finally hit you.
"Kylo Allas.."
You whisper, slightly shaking. You drop your keys and feel shocked. Shivers flush down your spine. A smirk spreads across his face, and he lets out a chuckle, still eyeing you from top to bottom.
The backstory is that.. your father had warned you about how dangerous his mafia can be, he had warned you that he was spinning around the city, doing his Mafia shit. Why was he here? What does he want? And especially.. what does he want from me..?
