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

　　His words bring me back to my senses, a reminder of the dumb ass hickey on his neck and the fight last week over Renee…. the bitch Charmaine in class all up in Elisa’s face, and a million other times he has subjected me to feel like women are just objects he discards.


　　He goes through them like toilet paper.


　　I push him off with a little fire ignited inside.


　　“Don’t even… I have seen you make plenty of girls cry, and you don’t seem to care either way. So don’t get all…. crying makes me uncomfy, Kales…. because I think you're an asshole that gets off on girl’s crying.” I slap him in the chest with a weak hand separating us and then burst into a second bout of tears that makes no sense to me, but I have zero control over them.


　　“Ummmm…. yeah, totally different scenario. I don’t, but… go on and for the record…. those girls aren’t you.” He lifts his hand defensively and backs off further when I scoop to pick up a cushion and sway it at his face.


CHAPTER 25