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 hear the click of his door shut, and my heart sinks a little. I get to my door with my mom, and she kisses me on the cheek with a quick goodnight before opening it. Depositing me safely inside and doing her maternal duty of checking I go to bed.


　　I nod, smile, act as normal as possible, and avoid looking his way again, fearing she might think it’s weird. I know he has closed his door, yet the urge to stare grips me. My heart is still hammering, and now I don’t know what to think about that encounter.


　　Being caught this way, practically dragged out, and without the opportunity to talk about what we just did, makes me confused and antsy. There’s no closure to it.


　　I shut my door and press my back to the cool surface as I listen to my mom's footsteps recede and finally try to normalize my breathing. My palms are clammy, and I run them through my hair and fan my face, unsure of what I should do now.


CHAPTER 100