Chapter One

Waking up this morning was an eye opening experience. No pun intended.

          Wait a minute!

My alarm clock didn't go off...

With a jolt ,I get on my feet after catching a glimpse of the time.

       Quarter after seven

I was going to be tardy

I hate being tardy

I groan in frustration ,sliding my feet into my slippers.

I hear a snicker. I looks around my bedroom and then I groan again in annoyance "Octavia..." I mutter

There she sat in front of my dressing mirror , straightening out her hair. Her long brunnet hair. Octavia is the definition of drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. People think her to be narcissistic and cocky because she wears her pride on a sleeve. Octavia ...wait I'm going to spare you the description, you'd get to know her and what I mean.

We make eye contact through the mirror.

She smirks.

I scowl.

I walk towards my bedroom door which was wide open. I stand by the entrance, arms crossed, tapping my foot in impatience.

    She chose to ignore me but with a stern voice I call out her name "OCTAVIA!"

"Alright, alright I'm going" She says rolling her eyes and stands up from my dressing stool. She makes her way to the door and we stand staring down at each other . She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it as I point towards her room which is opposite mine, silently telling her with my eyes to "Get out!"

She was about to pass by me with my hair straightener still in her hands.

  "Are you forgetting something?" I ask

See scoffs shoving it at me, pushing me slightly.

Then she finally leaves my room.

I close the door behind her and then I remember.

I remember locking my room door with my keys

How did she...

I was about marching down to her room but then I realised. One, I wasn't ready to deal with her just yet. Two, if I didn't get ready now I was going to be late . I didn't want to be tardy.

I groan again for the umpteenth time.

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" What's up shorty?" I hear a voice say behind me as I shut my locker after taking out my books.

I turn towards the person, wrapping my arms around his torso . He lifts up a hand and pats down my hair  "You alright princess?" He says

"Yes" I respond

He squints his eyes looking at me

I copy his actions

He chuckles throwing an arm around my shoulder as we make our way to class

" I'm guessing..." He trails off. I follow his line of sight. We watch Octavia and her two bimbos of friends strutting down the hall, making their presence known by everyone. She passes by me, not sparing me a glance. We act like strangers in school most times though everyone knew we were sisters —step sisters. I scowl at her.

" I love the look on your face" he says laughing. "... priceless. It never gets old." He continues laughing.

I was tempted to shove him away but he still had his hand slinged around my shoulder

"She annoyed me this morning." I said in a whiny voice

"I figured." He says.

      I could hear the amusement in his voice . Then he continues  "I could describe you guys as two squirrels fighting for anut. I swear I love watching you two all the time. It's cute"

"Cute" I scoff this time shoving him away slightly

We walk by. People nodding and waving to Miguel

Girls screaming out his name across the hallways

He winks or throws them a flirty look

Eww

This is what I get for being in Miguel's company all the time.

The attention he gets

Sometimes we'd be having a conversation but it would be cut short when someone just randomly pulls him away

May be one of his guys

Or one of those desperate chicks that wants to hit on him

I remember back in middle school when girls practically beg me that they would want to walk with Miguel, they want to hold his hand or sit with him at lunch . That we are always together that can't I just spare them a day.

I could say that Miguel and Octavia are alike in some ways.

While Octavia forces attention, Miguel Is attention itself.

We get to class

I hear shuffling behind me

I gasp and give him a look "Miguel...." I draw out his name in a whiny voice.

He had taken out my notes

"Relax princess, I just need to copy out something. Was too lazy to do mine" . He winks at me .

We take our usual sitting positions. Me by the window in and he behind me

You may be wondering what relationship we share.

He's my best friend

My only friend to be precise.

We've known each other for as long as I can remember.

He's been there for me and I the same.

He's as annoying as he can get but I still love him nevertheless.

Our school football star. Loved by girls. Envied by boys.

He's the biggest Casanova I know.

He doesn't date just plays around ,which I distaste but ...he's a good guy in between.

He could be such a meanie and jerk sometimes.

He calls himself the alpha of the school. The top dog.

I just find it ridiculous. Seems like childish antics but when you get to know him you'd love

Because deep inside that playboy facade there's a sweetheart.

There's silence in the class as the teacher comes in. The chattering dies

Last year in this hell hole of a school. Just few more months and we are done.

Miguel passes my book back to me

" Thanks bae" he whispers

I roll my eyes

Mr. Stewart, our History teacher greets the class and we respond

" We have someone new in our midst"

Everyone starts talking amongst themselves.

I didn't seem to care less as I was just flipping through my History textbook

Mr. Stewart beckons on the person who makes their way to the front of the class.

Now I look up from the text book

   Brown hair

   Grey eyes

   Height 6,4...I'm guessing

   He had a dimpled smile etched to his face.

  " Hey y'all. I'm Tyler Deverson"