Kayla is a smart, focused, top-mark student in her last two senior years of high school in a private facility for rich kids in Florida. All she wants is to get accepted to Harvard and graduate with top marks to follow the career she has set for herself. Her entire life is about becoming an independent and successful vet. She has micro-managed it and planned it to the tiniest detail. Leaving no room for a social life or living her teen years like her peers.

This year has had its ups and downs, with her stepbrother of almost ten years coming to live under the same roof after being raised apart after their parents married. The chaos and drama his appearance has brought, since he despises not only his father but Kayla's mother too, has made home tense. He's a rude, defiant, and arrogant pain in her ass who is hellbent on causing trouble and listens to no one.  

Dane is the polar opposite in every way - Vain, oversexed, a playboy who takes nothing seriously except booze, girls, and his motorbike while he rebels in every way against his father for ripping apart his family. Looking like a teen idol, acting like someone who doesn't need to take accountability for anything in his life, Kayla honestly cannot stand him. She sees a loser who will live on daddy's money and drink away his youth while sleeping with every girl in the county.

At 17, they have known one another most of their lives and never had any kind of friendly relationship. They have always been classmates but never friends and definitely not siblings. - but all that is about to change. 

A series of events pulls them closer, a forbidden and unexpected accidental kiss, and they plummet into confusion as feelings grow that neither expected. Slowly the walls come down between them, and they have far more in common than they ever imagined.

TEEN DRAMA

　　He’s dressed in all black even though today was like a hundred degrees, and everything is zipped up and closed tight, so his body must not be able to breathe. With his black leather biker jacket over jeans and boots but no sign of his helmet. He must have had these clothes in his backpack during class because he left in his uniform.


　　“Please tell me you did not drive like this?” I’m irritated by his appearance, his state of sobriety, and generally him, pushing past him to yank him inside and close the door properly. Cursing mentally that this idiot might have done something illegal and endangered his life in the process.


　　Having him appear like that has made me nervous about leaving it open now. I never heard him coming up the tree, so I would not hear anyone else doing it either, and that makes me scared as I mentally put a tick note to never leave it open at night again. It didn’t set off the house alarm or the floodlights, so he must have cut through the tees from the left.


CHAPTER 23