Rebel woke up to the sound of loud music blaring from downstairs, Ryder was awake. Oh, and he was probably making breakfast. She sat up from the bed, yawning and stretching herself out as she swung her legs off the edge of the bed.

She pondered whether she should either go downstairs and eat or get dressed first. Getting ready was the better option, it was smarter to just get dressed and eat before heading off. She got off the bed and went over to her bathroom. She flicked on the lights and turned on the faucet she cupped her hands under the cold water and splashed some on her face, waking herself up properly.

Rebel stripped herself of her oversized t-shirt and slide the door of her shower open. She turned the water on hot and stepped underneath.

After eight minutes she exits the shower with a thin mist of steam clouding the bathroom floor. "Perfect." She sighed, moving over to the mirror. She opened the cabinet below the sink and got out the hairdryer, she dried her short blonde and black curls then began to brush her hair down, her waves behaving perfectly. Once she was finished with her hair, she then began to brush her teeth.

She exited the bathroom and now stood in her closet looking for something to wear. She ended up choosing to wear a loose fitted black high waist leather pants with a white crop top and her leather jacket. She put her gold stud earrings, and two smaller round ones at the top of her right and changed her nose-ring. Rebel grabbed her black boots from beside the door of her closet and walked over to the couch and sat down so she could pull them on and tie them tight. She got off up and went to collect her cell, charger, and wallet from her nightstand and picked her bag up as she left her room, shoving the items inside.

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"Oh God, what smells good?" Rebel asked once the scent of breakfast hit her nose in full force upon entering the kitchen. Her brother turned around to see his very happy baby sister.

He chuckled at her remark. "Good morning to you too sis." He said as he flipped the last of the strawberry waffles onto a plate. Rebel sat her bag down on the tiled floor beside the stool that she pulled out. Her brother set down a plate stacked with four waffles, scrambled eggs, and bacon. "Are you trying to get fat, Ryder?" She asked, her mouth already watering at the sight of the food.

"I'm just making sure that my younger sisters get a good hearty breakfast every morning." He quips sweetly. "Hey, y'all." Riella greeted as she joined Rebel at the island where Ryder had a plate ready for her. "Waffles, eggs, and bacon. You had a good night. Thanks, Ry." Rebel rose her eyebrow but didn't question her sister, or her brother.

"You're welcome, Ella." He did a little bow and his sister's chuckled. Riella had on denim shorts and a purple off-the-shoulder long sleeve shirt and her long dark curls were left in a wavy cascade down her back.

"Hmmm." Rebel hummed at the full plate, even while she was digging in, "isn't this a bit too much food for me to finish on my own?" She said just as the front door opened.

"I'll eat it if you don't want it all?" Riella offered, clearly, she was the greediest one of the trio.

"Oh hush, your plate is already full." Dakota entered the kitchen. "Well, I could always help you with that. Whoa, Ryder, are you trying to get her fat or something?" He asked as he continued to walk towards them. He sat beside Rebel and stole two of her waffles and some bacon; he reached for the syrup, only to have his hand caught by Ryder. "Good morning to you too Dakota, and how's your morning going so far?" his tone was nothing if not sarcastic. Riella and Rebel shared glances but neither of them let their chuckles out. Dakota returned smiled at Ryder. "Umm, morning Ry, I'm doing great, can I have my hand back?" a second ticked by, "please." He added. "Sure." Ryder released his hand and moved back to lean back against the counter opposite his siblings and Dakota.

"So, Bell, you taking your bike, or do you wanna ride with me in the car?" Dakota asked as he munched on a strip of bacon.

"I don't know, you got the 'Stang?" She questions drinking some water that Ryder had set on the counter in their glasses.

"Yeah, why don't you like the Chevy?" He asked with a chuckle in his tone. She rolled her eyes at him and shrugged.

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I like the 'Stang more."

"Whatever." He said as he took a bite out of his waffle.

"I'm not sorry, Dake." He raised a brow at that then stuck his tongue out at her like the five-year-old he was when he was annoyed. Rebel ignored him and looked up as footsteps came from the stairs.

"Morning.... children." Rebel smiled at her mother.

"Morning mom." Riella and Rebel greeted.

"Morning mother." Came from Ryder as he plated another batch of waffles.

"Hey, Mrs. Mills."

"Hi, Daky." Her tone was peachy as she posted his back and grabbed the pile of mail on the counter. "Why are you up so early?" Ryder asked as he folded up the newspaper that he had been reading.

"I have to go to the old junction for some parts for Mr. Falcon's car." She told him as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"That old piece of junk? I thought you told him that we wouldn't be working on it."

"I did, but I've decided to do it for him. Besides, I'm getting paid for it, and he is a loyal customer." Ryder chuckled and rolled his eyes at her as he filled her mug with hot coffee and handed it to her. She took her coffee mug and left her kids and Dakota to themselves. Ryder started to pack away the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. "Don't get into any trouble today girls." The sisters rolled their eyes.

"Sure, sure, I'll be good Ryder."

"I can't make any promises." Rebel said moving out of the chair and piling the remaining waffles on her sister's plate. "Come on Dakota we gotta get going." Dakota got up from the table, all done with his breakfast.

"Do you eat before you leave your house in the morning?" Ryder asked him when he walked by. Dakota turned to him and shot him a wicked smirk, then ran out the door to catch up with Rebel, who was already opening the car door.

Ryder shook his head at those two. "Can you imagine that?" Riella looked up from her plate, a waffle half-stuffed in her mouth. "Of course not." She mumbled. He chuckled, "don't talk with your mouth full. Tell uncle R.J that his breakfast is in the microwave when he comes down." He left her alone and went upstairs to get ready for work.

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There had been a car accident between a sportscar, a bus, and a mini-van that morning between Brown Avenue and West-Smith street which happened to be on Rebel's and Dakota's school route. It was now the cause of them sitting in the car waiting for about thirteen minutes with both of their patience running thin, but Rebel's own was thinner. "I'm bored, we're gonna be late," she said after beating Dakota's high score in subway surfers. "Turn the radio up." She told him, he side-glanced at her, but turned it up nonetheless, since she was too lazy to do it herself.

A song from Taylor Swift came on and she rolled her eyes at the song then bent and turned it completely off. They sat there in comfortable silence for a few moments before Dakota spoke up. "I wonder what happened." He thinks out loud. She looks at him with a blank stare and shrugs her shoulder. "Let's go see," she suggested.

"Nah, it's maybe just a car jam." He said blowing off the idea, Rebel smirked at him. "We'll never know if we don't go and look right?"

"Rebel don't." He warned.

"Don't what?" she said as if oblivious to the suggestion that he was making. He glared at her and she smirked at him, but before he could lock the doors, she had already opened the door and was jogging down the road to see the problem. She heard his distant calls for her to come back, but like always, she ignored him.

Rebel slowed down to a skip when she saw four police cruisers and an ambulance, and a firetruck in the road surrounding a scene of what looks like a three car collision. She couldn't tell for sure since the scene was being cleared, but other people had left their cars and houses and were now crowding the scene, so she moved to the sidewalk and walked down to see if traffic would be moving any time soon.

There before her were three vehicles; one was a sporty yellow car, a regular Chevy four-door, and a metro bus that had taken a hit in the back. The front of the sports car had been horribly smashed and from what she was seeing no one was seriously injured, but another ambulance joined the scene and began the caring of those who she assumed were involved in the wreak.

From the scene before her, the only thing that she could tell from the accident is that the Chevy had been hit from the side by the sports car and the driver of the Chevy had slammed into the back of the bus. Damn, it was brutal, to say the least.

"Hey, you, get out of there!" she turned to see one of the cops yelling at some guy, in a baseball cap with a hoodie who had a camera that had passed underneath the yellow police tape.

She wanted to know how long it was going to be before the traffic could resume its smooth sailing. "Hey Randy," she called to one of the many cops that she knew. He turned to see Rebel standing there and left the other cops and began to walk over to her.

"Hey Bell, what are you doing here?" Randy asked, "And refrain from calling me by my first name when I'm working, please." He stresses.

"Yeah, sorry about that. We were on our way too school, but it's been fifteen minutes since we were idle, so, when is the traffic gonna start moving again? We're gonna be late for school."

"Since when do you care about school?" He asked as if he was shocked at the question-but then again that doesn't mean he was wrong about her not caring about school. She still had to go, and Ryder and her mom and uncle expected her to be on time.

"I care about maintaining my grades and semi-perfect attendance, and it's Monday, I didn't intend on getting there late."

"Well, we're about done here once the tow trucks arrive, in about five minutes we'll let traffic resume, okay?" He said. "So, I'm guessing that you left Dakota's car to come to see the accident?"

"You know me, I live for destruction." she said smiling at him, "just be safe, Bell." He said turning from her, "See ya, Officer Isles."

"Bye Rebel." She waved him as she walked away. Officer Isles went back to the other cop that was trying to keep the scene calm as they waited on the trucks.

Rebel didn't feel like walking back to the car, so she sat on the bench by the bus stop to wait for Dakota. Randy said they'd have the traffic moving in a few minutes, and well, he wasn't lying, another seven minutes later and the road was being cleared, and in another five the traffic was moving swiftly again. A car honked and her head snapped up to see a very annoyed Dakota. "Hey, Dakota." smiling to soften his rant.

"Just get in the car." He ordered, she looked at him like who-was-he-speaking-to, then rolled her eyes at him, as she walked to the car. "Umm, who do you think you're talking to like that, Dakota?" She opened the car and got in. He sighed. "Sorry, you're just too curious for your own good."

"Whatever Rue." she pulled out her wireless earbuds then ignored him as she played music. He didn't say anything else on the issue as they continued to school.

~ ~ ~

They arrived at school ten minutes after the bell. Dakota parked in the students' parking lot, lucky that he even got a spot. They got out and made their way to their first class.

"You're late Ms. Mills." Mrs. Lane said the whole class had their eyes on Rebel.

"There was a car accident this morning." She explained.

"Understood, you may take your seat." She nodded then moved to the back of the class and sat at the last desk. She propped her feet up on the metal bar of the desk infront of her and slumped low in her chair. She felt someone's eyes watching her and turned her head to the left to see a freshman in a black hoodie with pitch-black hair, a pierce bottom lip and brown eyes-watching her. Rebel tipped her head up at him. "What's up kid?"

He smiled and shook his head. "You're the Rebel Mills right?" She nodded. "I heard that you took on seven guys in a fight last week and won. Is it true?" This kid seemed like a fan. "Yeah, it's true, why?"

"Because that seems impossible, he whispers, making sure that the teacher hadn't caught him talking. "How am I sure that you aren't lying?" she eyed him up and down then took out her cell and scrolled down through the videos that Dakota and other participants of the street fights take during matches. She found the one that she wanted then she turned down the volume and showed it to him. His mouth dropped low at what he saw. She pulled it back when it finished. "I think that should keep you satisfied."

"You're crazy badass." She smirked at the kid and put her music on low and watched forward as Mrs. Lane went over last week's math problems. She side-glanced at the teen tapping away at his phone then shook her head at him. Kids nowadays, can't seem to ever put their phones away.

A/N: This book will be slowly, but steadily updating throughout the week. Thanks for reading, please comment, vote and enjoy