Colt

Chapter 1

Two hands shook me from my peaceful sleep. I growled and closed my eyes, trying to keep the pounding in my head to a minimum.

"Get your butt up for school. Now, Colton!" My mother's voice ruptured my ears.

"Go away!" I ground out, covering my eyes with my covers.

This caused the persistent pounding in my head to increase. I must've partied hard last night, damn.

"Colton, get your ass up right now or I will pour cold water on your face. It's your first day, you need to look decent!" She was constantly talking. Blah blah this, blah blah that, blah blah decent.

When she stalked out, mom slammed the door.

I jumped slightly but glared at the closed door. I got out of my bed and grabbed my usual.

This consisted of black skinny jeans, black biker boots, a extremely loose tank top that hangs off my well built body, and an expensive leather jacket.

I stepped into the shower and washed quickly, soon stepping out.

When I got downstairs my mom, dad, and uncle stood around the breakfast table, talking.

"Hi?" My parents and uncle, whose name is Ian, were always close.

"Hey, it's about time you got your fu-" my mom was cut off with Uncle Ian and Dad glaring at her.

"Babe, stop with the foul language." Dad rolled his eyes at mom.

"Which car are you taking to school?" Uncle Ian asked.

"The blue one."

His only response was a nod.

They continued their conversation they were having before I walked in.

They were talking softly but it still made my head hurt more.

I sighed and started walking to the garage. The keys to the cars were in a glass bowl on a table beside the door. The set of keys for the midnight blue car was laying close to the top.

My midnight blue car was my favorite. It was the one I used the most.

"Come straight home after school." A female voice said behind me.

I turned around and seen my mom leaning against the door frame with my dad behind her.

"Okay." I turned around and rolled my eyes.

I had the keys in my hand and already beside the car. My parents walked off back inside the house. I got in the car and drove to school.

This wasn't really the first day of school, it was almost the end of my senior year and I had been kicked out of the most prestigious schools.

The school that I was registered in now was concentrated on football. I, on the other hand, played lacrosse.

When I got to the school, people standing around the all human hallways turned their heads when they saw me pull up.

I could smell the girls getting wet.

The smirk that frequented my face widened.

The good thing about transferring to a new school is all the new girls. I got tired of constantly being asked of my time from the girls that had already used it.

When I got out of the car, many students stared, not even trying to hide the stares.

I made my way to the front office where the people rushed to find my paperwork. They must be frightened by my intense gaze?