The New Girl

Kahlua had a headache when she woke up. It felt as if her eyes were spinning when she awoke from her comfy bed. As a result of his hangover, he is now where he is. Until now, I'd been inebriated.

She drank heavily at a party she attended with Meredith, one of her classmates. Her 18th birthday was celebrated with a spectacular feast.

She never squandered that chance as a heartbroken lady. Kahlua believes that by drinking after drinking, she will be able to forget the sorrow she had when she saw her lover Caleb kissing Phoebe, her number one bully.

Her world was on the verge of collapsing during those days. Kahlua's life disasters followed. Her parents died in a car accident, she was left in the custody of her older brother Julian, and finally, the last man she trusted betrayed her.

Kahlua got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. She continues to attend their high school, San Diego High School. She really doesn't want to walk in because she'll be confronted by her shameless ex-boyfriend and her new fling, but she can't. Kahlua is particularly well-known in San Diego as a Sinclair. One of the original founding families since then.

She gathered her belongings to carry to their school after she bathed and tidied up. She was dressed in black tight jeans and a basic red fitted shirt. Kahlua also wore a black leathered jacket and black dwarf boots. She took a last glance at himself in the mirror before leaving. She exhaled deeply and exited her room.

"Where did you come from last night?" Julian said as she walked down the stairs to their kitchen. He was reading the newspaper and drinking hot coffee.

She lost her appetite even as her tummy grumbled. She walked to the door without answering her brother. She'd just made the decision to have breakfast outside rather than at the same table as her brother.

Kahlua got in her car and went to San Diego High School, playing more upbeat music. It was even accompanied by Kahlua while driving. However, tears welled up in her eyes for a brief moment. She still holds herself responsible for everything. From her parents' deaths to his ex-boyfriend's cheating issue that makes her truly weak.

When she decided to flee, she was approaching San Diego High School. She swerved the car in the opposite direction right away. She's currently on her way to the abandoned house, which is thought to be one of San Diego's oldest houses. Kahlua parked her car in a quiet area. She came out of the car with her luggage, which included two bottles of wine. Her tears were streaming down her face as she walked into the woods.

She took a shortcut to her destination. The house is large, as is the gate, but it is locked by chains. On a big trademark mounted to the brick wall of the gate, Kahlua reads, " Danovich Mansion." It's made of gold, and it gleams brightly in the sunlight. She went to the back of the house to look for an entrance because she was intrigued by it. For her, it was a big and beautiful mansion, yet it is being abandoned.

A wooden ladder was hanging against a brick wall, which she observed. She jumped off the high barrier as soon as she climbed on it. Because he was stung by thorns from the high grass, she had a minor wound on her face.

She hugged her bag and examined it right away. When she noticed that the bottles of wine he was carrying had not been damaged, she exhaled a sigh of relief.

Kahlua got to her feet and shook her garments off. She whimpered as the wound on her face barely touched her. She cast her gaze ahead of him. Even if it is chaotic, the surroundings are wide, and the entire home is covered with tall grass and plants. There is also a lot of graffiti that appears to have been left behind and never returned.

Kahlua proceeded to the main entrance. She was about to turn the knob to open the door when he heard a man's voice from behind her.

A tall brown-haired man inquired, "Penelope?" Its exquisite form can be observed in its fitted gray t-shirt, which is white and quite thin. Kahlua examined it from top to bottom. It is quite attractive and has a lovely figure.

"Uhm... Penelope?" Kahlua exclaimed as she leaned on the door slowly.

"Are you Penelope?" the attractive young man asked.

Kahlua kept his smile on her lips and responded, "No, I'm not. I'm sorry." "What are you doing here?" Kahlua inquired.

"Do you still live here?" The young man did not respond and approached her carefully. While glancing at the young man, Kahlua nibbled her lower lip. It snatched a little leaf from her tresses.

As he clutched a leaf in his palm, she moved back slightly. "You must have fallen from our garden; you have a wound that has to be treated; next time, please don't trespass," the young man said, smiling.

With a laugh and a shake of her head, Kahlua expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. "I assumed this area was abandoned; look at the walls, pure graffiti," Kahlua added, pointing to the graffiti-covered walls.

"Then why are you here?" the young man questioned, his arms crossed. "Will you add graffiti?" More of the young man's enormous and beautiful muscles were visible to Kahlua. As a result, she bit her lower lip because of the man's hunk body type.

"I just want to be alone," Kahlua said, "and this is where I've decided to go."

"I'm not going to ask why; I'm just a stranger," the man joked. Kahlua only smiled and laughed as he gazed at the young man. The young man grabbed her attention. He's very attractive. The nose is sharp and perfect and the eyes are almond-shaped. He has ruby lips and his skin is so white.

"Come on, your wound needs to be treated," the young man said, urging her to leave the compound. Without hesitation, Kahlua followed him.

She noticed the young man's blue automobile when they arrived outside. He opened the vehicle's trunk and grabbed the first-aid kit. Betadine was mixed into cotton and applied to Kahlua's wound on her cheek.

Kahlua's heart rate accelerated, and she felt compelled to pee in her pants due to her intense attraction to the young man. The young man observed the creature's turquoise eyes while he was cleaning her wound.

"Stop staring at me," Jaques joked, "or I'll melt." Kahlua averted her gaze and stepped back slightly from the young man.

"I'm just joking," the young man said, raising his hand to her. As it looks at her, it laughs.

"Jaques, please call me Jaq, and yes, I reside in that mansion," Jaques said to him while smiling.

"I'm just joking," the young man said, raising his hand to her. As it looks at her, then laughs.

"Jaques, please call me Jaq, and yes, I live in that mansion," Jaques said to her while smiling. "How about you?" he asked.

"I'm Kahlua. Kahlua Sinclair..."