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

　　“Kayla, for the love of god.” He grits his teeth, his tone angry, but I can sense his wavering resolve. He’s in pain, tired, and obviously hasn’t taken any meds yet. He doesn’t want to stand arguing through a door, either, in case Monique wakes up.


　　“The truth, and I might consider it.” I hold it out like a carrot in front of a donkey, not meaning it, but Dane isn’t always that smart. I have no intention of letting him out of my sight.


　　“If my dad knows about this, it will be worse and drag me into shit I don’t want to be in. It’s done, over, and as long as nothing comes of it, it won’t happen again.”


　　“What does that mean?” I tuck my head around the door and get a look at his face. He’s suffering. In here, the moonlight is doing a better job of illuminating us, and I catch the subtle sheen of sweat covering his forehead.


CHAPTER 60