A/N:  Keep in mind this is my first story...  Don't be too harsh!  Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

Prologue

Have you been in a situation where you’re supposed to meet someone but when you get there you regret it and wanna leave?  That’s exactly what I’m going through right now…  I look up at the ‘Starbucks’ sign and sigh.  As I walk in the strong scent of coffee hits me, not even a foot in.  I scan the shop looking for him, which is quite difficult considering I’m not even sure what he looks like.  

“Alexis!”

I whip my head to the direction of the voice and see a middle-aged man waving at me.  I make my way over to the table and sit down in the seat opposite to him.

“It’s lovely to see you Lexi.” he beams.

“Nice to see you too… Dad.”

***flashback***

“Mommy?” my ten year old self says.

“Yes, sweetie?”

I ask, “Do I have a daddy?”

She puts her coffee down and signals me to come sit on her lap.

“Of course you do!  Everyone has a daddy,” she says.  I look at her confused, “Where’s mine?”

She frowns, debating whether to tell me or not, “He left.”

My eyes well up with tears but I quickly blink them away, “Why did he leave?”

“Because he didn’t love us.”

***end of flashback***

Here I am today sitting in front of the man that never loved me or my mom.  Why did I even come here?  It sucks that I already have to change schools but to also have to live with him and my stepmother…

I studied his face for a moment, I looked nothing like him.  While he had dark brown hair and brown eyes, I had inherited my mother’s dirty blonde hair and bluish green eyes.  I would have thought he was nothing more than a stranger if he hadn’t called out to me.  

“How are you?” he questioned.

“Fine.”

If we weren’t in a public area I’d have slapped that grin right off his face.  

“So… As you know you’ll be moving in with me, Ariana and Aaron next week…” he explains.

I raise my eyebrow, “Aaron?”

Confusion is written all over his face, “Your stepbrother!”

I.  Have.  A.  Stepbrother.  Shoot me now.  I have to live with another Whitlock?

“Oh,” Was all I could say.

He continued, “And you’ll be going to Carlton Private School.”

Wait, I’m going to have to the rival school now too!?!?

I officially hate Starbucks.