Kayla's POV

Usually on Wednesday, it's a pain for me to get out of bed, but today it was different. Today was the eighteenth birthday of the most special girl in the world Kayla Barnes. Yes. That's me.

I practically jump out of bed, rush into the shower, and within minutes, I am struggling into my school uniform which is a white long sleeved shirt, red skirt, white socks, red tie and black shoes. I take off the tie and popped off the first two buttons of my shirt showing the tattoo on my collar bone, before deciding to also wear my combat boots instead of the black shoes beside my bed. Satisfied, I applied some black eyeliner and looked in the mirror. The reflection of an olive skinned girl with long waist-length black hair and emerald eyes stared back at me. I grinned, before tying my red school blazer around my waist, grabbing my school bag, making my way downstairs where my dad was seated at the dining table, reading a newspaper.

He looks up as I enter with a fond smile. I smiled back.

"Well, well", he smiles as he stood up, walking around the table and giving me a hug before he pushed me away slightly. "If it isn't my little girl getting all grown up. You look more like your mother every day". He said this with a wistful sad smile.

It has been ten years since the death of my mother, but my dad still gets sad every time he speaks about her. She was an Italian immigrant and he was her American boss when he fell in love with her and they were married two months after they met. It was obvious that I got my dark skin and long hair from her, though my green eyes came from my dad. I missed her very much, some days more than others, and I often went to her grave site to feel her presence.

I hug my father again, knowing that he too is thinking of her, before he waves me away with a smile. "Today isn't a day for tears, Kay. Today, we celebrate", he says in Italian, and I smile.

"So does this mean that I won't go to school today?", I ask as he goes back to his seat and I start to prepare some cereal.

He gives me a mock frown. "Nice try, but you aren't getting out of school that easily, and please try to avoid being sent to detention this time.", he says sternly, but with a twinkle in his eyes.

This is why I love my father. He knows I am rebellious. He knows I break the rules and dress codes of school. He knows about the tattoos and parties and yet he was so chill about everything I did, as long as I wasn't hurting myself or others with my lifestyle.

"I make no promises about staying out of detention", I smirk and he sighs in fake disappointment.

"So what are your plans for today", he asks.

"I think Steph and Jason planned for us to go bowling or something", I said with a smile. I always smile when I talked about Jason. He was the jock of the school and my boyfriend of two years. He was one of the people who supported me and never judged me for getting so many detentions – in fact he was quite a rule breaker himself, and was continually arguing with our class captain, who happened to be a stickler for keeping to the rules.

"So is there anything that you would like me to get you for your birthday?", my father inquires with a knowing smile. I always ask for the same thing every year – art supplies.

"Well I need a new sketchpad, and probably some ink pens?", I half question, and my dad smiles at me.

"No problem", he says, and I excitedly clap my hands.

My dad looks like he's about to say something, but he looks at his watch and changes his mind. "Oh my goodness. I'm going to be late for work and you, young lady, are going to be late for school."

"Relax dad, I'm always late for school", I smirk as I finish up my coco pops and dump the plate in the dishwasher

He glares at me, and I hold up my hands in surrender. "Fine", I say. "Let's go".

We both leave together, he in his black Cadillac, andme in my red Porsche. Before I start the engine, I connect my Spotify from myphone to my car and put on some Eminem. I drive quickly to school, not becauseI'm worried about being late, but because I like the feel of the wind touslingmy hair. Due to my quick driving, I make it to school in under ten minutes, andI pull up in my spot at the school parking lot, just as Eminem finishes off Godzilla.I step out of the car and glance around, before walking confidently into theschool building, and towards my locker. The hallways are deserted by this time,as it is well into first period which means that other students are in theirclasses by now. However, when I approach my locker, I am pleased to see myfavorite red head waiting for me.

"Hey girl", I say, sneaking up on her from behind and causing her to scream, first in fear, then excitement.

"OMG Kay", she screams, hugging me tight. "Happy birthday girl. I thought you were one of the teachers about to give me detention."

Steph is my closest friend, and a bad girl like me, though she is way more into the party scene than I am. Her full name is Stephanie, but she goes by Steph because she isn't "one of those boring formal people who use their full name". And she doesn't look like a Stephanie either, with her average height, red hair and the creamiest white skin I had ever seen in my life. She has a single tattoo of a snake stretching from her neck to her left arm and an eyebrow piercing on her right eyebrow. She is the most inattentive person I have ever met, her mind always focused on a completely different thing than it should be. It drives all the teachers crazy, but I love it, just like I love everything about her.

"How are things going?", I ask, and she frowns.

"My dad is threatening to send me to an all-girls boarding school. He's literally trying to control my life"

I give her a pat on her head. Steph's father is one of the big politicians and he is... less than happy about how his daughter spends her hours. Of course, Steph seems to go out of her way to annoy him at every chance she gets. From what I gather, there is no love lost between them.

"Forget about it", she shrugs. "Today is your day, and I'm already guessing that you want to see your darling bae?", she raises her eyebrows questioningly.

"Have you seen Jason?", I asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I saw him a few minutes ago. It looked like he was going to the library", she smirked, and I returned the gesture. The library was one of the top make out spots in the school, and if Jason was there, then things looked like they were about to take an interesting turn.

"Guess I'm off to the library", I said with a mischievous grin.

"So long as you tell me all the juicy details", Steph winked.

"You know there are never any juicy details", I roll my eyes. When it comes to juicy details, Steph has a way more colorful sex life than me. My experiences where sex is concerned are a big fat zero.

"Maybe things are going to change since it's such a special day", Steph waggles her eyebrows at me. "After all, anything is possible"

"I highly doubt it, and don't go quoting Barbie at me", I say as I take out my books from my locker. "If there's anything to tell, I'll tell you during lunch."

"Ughhh I can't wait that long", she pouts and I laugh.

"You'll have to hon. I'll see you then okay?". And without waiting for an answer, I set off to the library to find my boyfriend.

The library isn't a far walk, especially since at this time, most of the students and teachers are in classrooms, but I still had to be careful, because I didn't want to be caught by a random adult on the prowl. However, I eventually made it. The door to the library is closed, but from experience, I know that it is not locked. I press down on the handle, and it turns easily, the door opening in front of me. I walk into the dark library, my eyes adjusting to the lack of light and that's when I spot him.

"Hey Jaso – oh"

I struggled to process what I was seeing. There was my boyfriend, his blond hair covering most of his face. with his tongue down some blond chick's throat. He was so engrossed that he hadn't even heard me come in. turns out that he wasn't here to surprise me. He came to this library for a make-out session of his own.

I cleared my throat, causing Jason to look at me, and boy was he surprised. His blue eyes got as big as saucers, and he released the girl as if she was iron-hot.

"Kay I can – "

"I hope you are not going to say 'I can explain' because there is no explanation you can give for why your lips were just attached to this slut's. And please don't say "I didn't mean to', because there is no way your tongue accidentally slipped down her throat.", I spit, and Jason recoils.

"Hey what right do you have to call me a slut?", the girl asks indignantly as she turns around to face me.

I glare at her. "When you make out with a guy who you know has a girlfriend, it makes you a slut", I explain as coldly as I can.

I can see the girl clearly now, and its Amanda, the captain of the cheer squad. I cannot help but shake my head in disappointment. Jason cheating on me is bad enough but for him to be so cliché and cheat on me with a blonde haired bimbo whose boobs are faker than her hair extensions is just low.

"Kay I was just – "

"You were just cheating on me, Jason dear", I said in a voice laced with sarcasm. "It's a

pity though. I would usually be hurt like this, but considering that you are now my ex-boyfriend, I honestly could not care less."

"Please Kay", Jason pleads, fear and sadness in his eyes. "Please don't break up with me. I love you."

Love? Yeah right.

"Funny way of showing it though. However, since I've already gotten a new man, I don't think I need your love."

Jason's eyes harden as he glares at me. "You're lying. You aren't dating anyone. No one would date you, they know you're my girl. And even if you weren't, who would want you? You don't even put out. I literally have to beg before I can get anything out of you. For the baddest girl in school, you're nothing more than a timid virgin"

I blink as his words hit me, but I don't waver. "Well then, enjoy yourself with your new and improved non-snob who will put out and allow you fuck her whenever you want. Hope you don't catch herpes", and with that, I sunnily sail out of the room flipping them off victoriously, even though in my heart, I don't feel like rejoicing.

Damn, who would have thought that Jason actually thought of me that way? It just goes to show you that it will always be those closest to you I guess.

I am so angry, my mind deep in thought that I don't look up until I bump into a wall. No not a wall – a chest. I look up to see the face of Aaron Delany – or rulebook as I called him – my class captain and Jason's biggest enemy.

"You're late for class Kayla", he glares down at me, brushing his dark brown hair out of his eyes and adjusting his glasses which were now askew.

"So what rulebook?"

"So the teacher said that I should find you, and drag you back to class if necessary.". His voice was deadpan and, to my ears, boring. Everything about him was boring, from his neatly ironed uniform, to his hard black eyes and dark brown immaculately groomed hair, framing a clear earnest and studious face. Even his eyebrows were straight without a single hair out of place, and his black eyes were framed by glasses. Most girl's found him attractive, but the good boy look didn't work for me. I preferred a bad boy who could at least show some emotion, unlike the block of marble in front of me. The only time I had seen his expression change was either when he was playing football as the star quarterback or studying.

We were backed up against the corner of the wall when the bell rang, marking the end of first period.

"Well you can get lost now because the period's over.

Just as he opens his mouth to give a reply, I spot Jason and Amanda walking out of the library together and their proximity makes me boil. I mean, yes we have officially broken up, but the fact that he has no shame in being so close to her so soon after our break up pisses me off.

I need revenge.

Grabbing Aaron by the shirt, I pull him closer to me.

"Hey, what are you...", but that was as far as he got before I kissed him. I hear doors opening around me as students rush to the next class, and Jason gasps from behind us.

Still I don't stop. I put on quite a show, which is difficult, considering that Aaron is basically struggling to get away from me. Least he could do is cooperate because he is making this much harder than it needs to be.

"Fermatti", I whisper in Italian. Stop moving.

Either he doesn't understand Italian -  he's a nerd so that's unlikely -  or he is just choosing to ignore me, but he's still squirming like a fish out of water.

Finally, I let him go, acting oblivious to the crowd around me. Some people have brought out their phones and are recording us. Aaron is staring at me like he could kill me. However, the best reaction is Jason – he is staring, a look of hurt and anger on his face. I totally ignore it, though I am secretly very happy with the turn of things.

"See you later babe.", I smile at Aaron, making sure that I am loud enough for Jason to hear. Whispering to Aaron I say, "I'll explain it all later. Do not say a word about this to anyone."

And with that, I place a peck on Aaron's cheek and sashay off to my next class.

A/N: Hey everyone. I'm back. To all the new people her, I'm so happy to meet you all and I hope you like my new book. I'll post at least once a week every week so stay tuned for updates. Can't wait to see how this book turns out.