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

　　I chew on my lip, hating that his mere presence sends my insides into chaos, and I can't look him in the eye even though I can feel his gaze on me. Intense and foreboding, like he's trying to climb into my skull. The sense of shame and bitter hurt swamps me once more, yet I have no desire to tell him to get lost. I have become that kind of pathetic, and even I know it.


　　“Whatever.” I cave like a coward and walk away, leaving the door open and returning to my bed to return to my previous position. I pick up my cushion, pull it to my lap as a focal point, and play with the tassels on the edge. Brimming with sudden nervous tension that has my muscles go tight. I cannot bring myself to watch him follow me while my heart has decided to dance the rhumba in my chest. My hands are instantly clammy, and I have to tap my foot awkwardly to regulate my breathing and obvious nerves.


CHAPTER 49