Prologue

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“I have big news baby” Mrs Rosaline literally screamed as she entered the house. Moana was just having dinner alone again as usual, she can't even remember the last time she ate dinner with her mom.

“Remember Richard Dickson right?” Mrs Rosaline asked as she sat down opposite her

“Yes, you mentioned dating him” Moana tried not to sound boring, her fork scooping some pasta.

“We're getting married… he proposed!” Her mother dropped the bomb happily, showing her the big diamond Ring… luxury 

“What?” the fork froze halfway her mouth. 

Her mother has had several relationships since she lost her Dad but those relationships never lasted let alone leading to the altar.

“Yes baby, I was shocked too when he proposed, he said he doesn't want to delay again we should tie the knot” 

“I'm happy for you Mom” Moana managed to come out of her shock, genuinely she wants her mother to be happy, she wants her to have a stable relationship and if this Richard she had seen once or twice is making her happy…then it's fine.

“That means a lot to me, I know I might not say or act like it but you know you're the most important person in my life Ana” Her mother's warm hands found hers across the table.

“Yeah …. yeah” Moana replied, taking her hands away stylishly grabbing her glass of water, she has never had that close relationship with her mother that doesn't mean she hates her though.

Silence for a quick few minutes, awkward, her mother's smile turns a little sheepish.

“There's one more thing”

Moana almost choked on her water, of course there is always one more thing.

“What is it?” Moana’s head snapped up

“We're moving in with Richard this weekend” her mother's voice came out calm.

The calm before the storm.

“Moving what? This weekend!” Moana tried not to sound sour, keeping her voice calm wasn't quite working at this point.

“Sweetheart I know it's sudden but his house is much bigger and luxurious, you'll have your own room….”

“I have my own room her” Moana cut her off 

“I know baby, this one is bigger and beautiful and you know it will help financially too, you get all the designers you want, the luxury life Ana, you'll love it”

Moana's mind raced, trying to process everything, the marriage, the new house, a step father, a new life her mother has apparently mapped out without even considering her opinions.

Not that it matters. It never mattered 

“Okay” her voice came out hollow “fine”

“Thank you for your understanding sweetheart, I promise this is going to be good for us. For both of us”.

Moana had already lost the small appetite she had. “I'll be in my room, I haven't worked on my assignments” she got up and left even before her mother could respond.

She entered her room, minimal decor, not so fancy, this new life that she's about to live she's not ready for it. She lay in bed, she has mastered the art of pretending everything is okay, masking her feelings and emotions with sass. 

She stretched and picked her journal, she was journalling before she went down for dinner, going through what she had written earlier her mind raced back to today in school, the annoying dickhead who finds it fun taunting her.

Dylan fucking Dickhead!

His name is actually Dylan Dickson but she calls him Dickhead cause he's one. Just thinking his name made her jaw clench. She'd spent the entire afternoon in AP Calculus wanting to strangle him. He'd beaten her again on the last test. By two points. Two. It should've been impossible. The guy spent more time with his dick inside random girls than he did studying, and yet somehow he was brilliant. Effortlessly, maddeningly brilliant. And he knew it.

"Something wrong, Queens?" he'd drawled after class, that infuriating smirk pulling at his lips as he leaned against the doorway, blocking her exit. "You look a little… tense."

She'd shoved past him, shoulder checking him hard enough to make a point. "Fuck off, Dickhead."

His laugh had followed her down the hall, low and dark and way too satisfied.

God, she hated him.

She hated his arrogance. She hated the way he looked at her sometimes, like he could see right through her sharp words and perfect grades to the girl underneath who craves dangerous things. She hated that he was tall and built and stupidly, criminally, sinfully devastating hot. Name it 

And she hated that she noticed.

Because noticing Dylan Dickson was dangerous.

He was everything she'd sworn to avoid. A playboy who never fucks the same girl twice. The kind of guy her mother would've fallen for in a heartbeat. A walking red flag in ripped jeans and singlets.

Moana refused to be that stupid. She dropped her journal suddenly not wanting to write again. That scumbag is messing with her head. 

Her mind went back to the conversation earlier, she's going to have a step father now, a man she barely knew, she looked around her room missing the warmth and privacy already.

“Weekend” she muttered, feeling empty inside.