Riella had lowered her music down enough to catch the exchange between her father and her older sister and she felt somewhat sad that Rebel and Ryder both were so angry at their dad. She never really got to know him and no one really ever mentioned anything about him including their uncle R.J, he would begin a story and as soon as he mentioned his brother, something in his eyes would change and he would brush it off and change the topic, after a while Riella stopped asking him about her father, catching his uneasy with the topic. Ray had gotten them to school on time and was driving into the school's parking lot with fifteen minutes left before the bell rang. "Thanks dad." She said feeling that phrase like a foreign language on her tongue. "Goodbye Riella." He smiled and waved her off as she grabbed her bag and jogged up to meet Danielle who she told to wait for her since she did not want to be left alone with Rebel and Ray.

Rebel swung her bag over her shoulder and opened the door, getting out of the car before he even had time to give her a proper goodbye. He sighed as she marched off and started for the school.

Danielle hooked her arm with Riella's as the two girls walked to their school."Hey, what didn't you catch a ride with Ryder today?"

Riella had typed in why she hadn't taken a ride with Ryder or Danielle and her mom this morning but deleted it and just told her to meet her in the front of the school instead. "Umm... my dad is back." Danielle stopped in her tracks, the both of them jerking back. Danielle looked at her as if she had grown another head. "Your dad? Your father? The man who gave your mom—."

"Urgh quit it!" She groaned putting her arm away. She rolled her eyes then sighed. "Yes Dani, my dad."

She was still bewildered and honestly, so was Riella. It was her dad after all. "I thought he was dead?" Riella bit the inside of her mouth, so did she. "Apparently not." She hooked back her arm with Danielle's and pulled her along. "No one ever spoke about him, so I assumed that he was dead..."

"Didn't you ever ask your mom?" Riella scoffed.

"My mom never told me more than 'he was gone', and that was it. She always avoided the topic, so I never really got to learn anything about him, but... he's alive and he's back and well... Rebel and Ryder do not seem pleased, even Dakota looked mad at him last night."

"Last night?" She asked. Riella gasped, she had forgotten that she hadn't told Danielle about what happened last night since she had gone to bed right after coming home. "It's a long story girl."

Rebel was crossing the pathway to go over to Dakota—who was already waiting for her by the main entrance when she, a sharp roar of a vehicle called to attention a majority of the students, as a slick silver and black motorcycle zoomed towards to Rebel's direction. Her eyes grew and in the next second she jumped back just as the bike pulled to a screeched halt five inches from her feet. Her surprise came and quickly turned into rage.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" She snapped, slamming her fist down on the front of the bike. Whoever was riding that beautiful bike yanked off his helmet, long thick brown curls cascaded down the bikers leather jacket, he kicked the stand in place then dismounted and advanced towards Rebel. Familiar brown eyes met hers and she became angrier as he approached her, taking up her personal space to attempt to intimidate her. He was only a few inches taller but Rebel was not affected. His brown eyes, no matter the hardness in them were as gentle as ever.

"Are you fucking blind, or are you just plain stupid?" He snapped.

"Blind! Oh hell no, you did not just try to pin that on me you motherfucker." She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him in closer. Her eyes hardened as his resolve wavered.

His voice had lowered as he replied. "Oh yeah I did, bitch."

She rose her brow at his bold choice of words, this idiot had a death wish. Rebel released him then took a step back as she  dropped her bag to the ground. "You know what," she said, her tone was calm. and her eyes focused, "I am so tired of jerks like you who try to act all tough, thinking that you all can scare me. I'm so not in the mood for your shit." He gulped at how eerily composed tone.

"I'm not gonna fight a girl."

"Tough shit." She pushed up her sleeves, ready to take him on. 

"I said I'm not gonna." He repeated.

Rebel rolled her eyes. "Why, you too much of a pussy to fight a girl huh, bad boy?" She asked. By the time she glanced around she saw that a small crowd of students and a few members of faculty had stopped to look at them. She paid them no mind as she stared down this wannabe. He closed the space between them once more, his hands at his side as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Look, I just came back here today. I don't wanna start any trouble, okay." He whispered. She scoffed at his audacity and rolled her eyes.

She shovered him back. "Whatever. Just keep your distance, or next time you'll look like her." Rebel said as she coincidentally pointed over to the familiar face of Mindy, who now appeared in the small crowd with her right arm in a sling, a bandage wrapped around her head, a a scatter of bruises on her face.

His brows knitted together when he saw Mindy's condition and Rebel smirked and turned from him, picking her bag up off the ground and marching over to Dakota who had just broken through the crowd. Rebel immediately reached for his arm and pulled him along after herself.

Once inside she released his wrist and walked over to her locker. "Bell, what the hell was that?" Dakota asked.

"You saw what happened Dakota, don't act like I'm to blame for that jerks actions. He nearly ran his bike into me."

"I saw, but then you were going to fight him. Bell you even gathered a crowd." His voice rose higher and her head turned to catch his eyes. Glaring into his because he was wrong for getting annoyed at her when she was the victim.

"There was a crowd? I didn't notice." Her sarcastic comment made him scoff as she grabbed a book and replaced it for another. She gave his disgusted look a sweet smile, Dakota squinted his eyes at her. Rebel ignored him and turned back to her locker, moving everything around trying to find her English folder where she kept all her completed English assignments. "Oh my God please tell me I didn't forget my book." She whispered.

"Why do you care if you left a book at home?" Dakota asked, leaning against the locker next to her.

She sucked her teeth at his vague assumption. "Because, knuckle head, I need that book. I never forget Ms. Thompson's work. Especially not her essays."

"That's a good thing, maybe just explain to her that you were rushing and forgot it." He said, as if it were that simple.

She sucked her teeth. "I can't. She'll have my ass if I don't have it. She's not as sweet a teacher as you think she is Dake. No one forgets their work in her class, you know that—not even once. If you do, then it's detention." She poked her head out at him, "I do not have time to be in detention." She was beginning to panic. Rebel swung her bag off her shoulder and stooped down to rummage through its contents. When her search came up fruitless she stood and tried her locker again, maybe she just didn't see it because she was rushing.

"Bell calm down, I'll just drive you home to g—." Dakota didn't have time to finish his sentence before the bell rang. "Fuck." She muttered under her breath. I'm in deep shit.