chapter 2

When I wake up on Tuesday morning I do not plan to wake up being sideways on my bed with the T.V remote underneath my ass. 

"Grrraaa," I groan. Of course, I can not say words in the morning instead I sound like a human before we learned how to talk. I climb out of bed and pad over to my bathroom and get into my big shower. I shower until my skin is nice and smooth and my hair smells like Lilac, Vanilla, and roses. I Get out of the shower and dry off. 

I walk to my massive closet and look for clothes. I grab a pair of black high-waisted jeans with a white cropped plain tank top. I grab a pair of vans and a black sweater. I put on a dainty necklace that says peace and some different earrings for my ears. I put my usual rings on that I wear almost every day.  

I find a backpack and put it around one of my shoulders and run out of my bedroom door. I try to remember how to get to the kitchen. After 10 minutes I have not to find the way out of this maze of a house. I open a door by the laundry room that I just opened I peer in and see a pair of stairs. I go down them and find another door. What a surprise. I open this door to find the kitchen with my mom at the island and dad.... and dad having an apron on that says 'eat my ass I mean apple pie' I laugh at my dad. 

"What this apron is what you gave me last year for my birthday so technically you should be laughed at," My father tells me while pointing his spatula at my face. 

"I need to get to school can I borrow a car?" I ask still on the verge of laughing. 

"Actually we have a car for you," My mom says. She gets up and walks to the foyer with dad and I following. We exit the house and go to the garage. 

My mom hands me a pair of keys and I click the button. At the other side of the garage past all of the sports cars, and Lambos is a white tesla convertible. I think I may be drooling a little bit but I run to the car and hop in. I throw my backpack into the backseat and click the button to start the car. The car purrs to life and I can not help the little gasp I have. I buckle up but before I can zoom out of the garage and go to school my dad stops me. 

"Brooke pick up your cousin please," he asks. I smile at him and nod my head before zooming out of the garage. The car is so smooth on the road and with the wind whipping through my hair it feels peaceful. 

The gates open to the gate of our estate and I drive out. I speed down the little mountain to the neighborhood at the bottom. I pass house after house till I get to a mansion that screams my Uncle Jack. Old but elegant. My uncle is not old but he is elegant. He is two years younger than my dad but Emery my cousin is my best friend. 

I wait in the street outside of their house and put some makeup on. Just a little foundation and some mascara. I put some pink lipgloss on and wait. 

Emery comes running out. She is wearing a hot pink crop top that says 'Hello Bitzes' with a pair of white jean shorts and a pair of black converse. Her light brown hair is in two half ponytails because she just recently cut her hair into a bob.  

"Hey cus," she greats before getting in. 

"Hey Bitch," I respond and zoom away from the house.

"Is Zach at school or is he being abandoned?" I ask.

"No his gang is picking him up," she says with a smile.

"Zachy is in a gang?" I ask.

"Yes he joined last year before his 17th birthday," she responds. 

"Is your dad fine with that," I question.

"Yes of course everyone in this town is basically in a gang," she tells me like I am supposed to know this. 

"Okay," I respond. For the rest of the car ride, we just caught up on our lives since we just saw each other about a year ago.  We drive up to the school and through the massive iron gates. 

I park away from the big crowd around two other cars that both look like Black Lamborghinis that just came out last year. 

We get out and I grab my back to find my schedule I find it inside of a Latin book. I check the schedule and I have homeroom in room H278. 

"Em, do you know where room H278 is?" I ask Emery. 

"Yah it is down the hall from my homeroom," she says. I follow to the side of the school that is the H part of the school.  We go through a side door and classrooms line the hall room. We pass H275, H276, then we come to H278. I look around at the doors. 

"Em, there is no room H277?" I tell Emery.

"Oh- Well the room is upstairs it is basically a room for the gangs to have important meetings about the school and other things," she exclaims. After her rambling, I hear the bell ringing across the school.

"Well I guess it is class time," I tell her before walking into my homeroom. 

A big man with a ton of muscles walks into the classroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. He looks like he is around thirty. He has dark green eyes and dark red hair that looks like a maroon color. All the girls in the room instantly have lustful eyes. As for me I just doodle on my notebook. 

"I am Mr. Young and I do not care what you do during this 15 minutes before you go off to learn," Mr. Young tells the class. I girl around 16 with short black hair rases her hand as soon as he finishes. 

"Yes, Miss. Angel," Mr. young sighs. He sounds annoyed at her. 

"I was just going to inform you that we all know who you are after all this is our third weak at school and in this room," she said sounding proud of herself. 

Oh no she is one of those girls. I think to myself. 

"Well Angel we have a new student so I was introducing myself to her," he responded. He looked over at me with a kind smile on his face. 

Oh, kill me now. I really do not want to introduce myself to each class I attend. 

"She should introduce herself," I boy called at the back of the class. I look at him and send him a glare. He has black hair. Well, he looks like he lives in the color black. Everything black. The only thing not black is his skin and his white glasses. He is pale but not ghostly pale. 

"Okay, can you please introduce yourself," The teacher asked me. I stand up slowly and beg for an earthquake to interest this. I hate introducing myself to people. 

"Uh.. I am Brooklyn. I am 17 but my birthday is Friday. I moved here from Las Vegas and I like the color Lavender," I rush out before sitting and going back to drawing flowers more specifically Lilacs. 

I sit there looking like a tomato and doodling for about 5 minutes before the boy who asked me to stand up and introduce myself strolls over and sits facing me.

"So Brooke or BK," he smirks. I look up and give him a death glare that says 'leave me the Fuck alone'. 

"So your not a talker eh?" he asks. 

"If you do not go away I am not afraid to stick this pen up your ass," I respond without looking up. 

"Fiesty. Fiesty. What got your panties in a twist," he purrs. 

"Maybe it is the emo boy trying to get into my panties," I tell him. 

"What? I would never your too beautiful to just fuck you need to be treated respectfully. Like I take you on a date then we can Fuck," he says with a sly smirk. I know what he is trying to do he thinks he so irresistible that I will simply drop my pants to the floor and let him do whatever the hell he wants to me. 

Well, he got another thing coming for him. I know how to play this game too. I did this at parties when boys would only want me to brag about their conquest of the most beautiful girl at school. 

I look him up and down before purring at him "I think I am going to need a name before I fuck someone," I tell him he looks surprised that I changed my mind. Know I got him exactly where I need him with his hopeful expression. 

"My name is Samuel," he says with a smile that I am sure is what gets all the girls horny. 

"Okay, Samuel," I stand up while the bell rings for the first period. He jumps up with an eager gleam in his eyes. 

"I will tell you this once and only once." he nods frantically. "I... Do..... Not..... Fuck..... Boys who only think about my beauty and not my emotions," I tell him and make sure to enunciate every word so his tiny brain can get my warning. 

His eager smile drops at words. I began to walk away but he grabs my wrist forcefully turning me to face him. 

"That was mean to turn me on only to turn me down," he snarls in my face. I grab his wrist that is holding my wrist and twist to the right until I almost snap it. He cries out in pain but also his face looks surprised. 

"Never grab me again. Ponimat," I snarl. The last part was in Russian. (Understand)

He nods his head. I let go and rush out of the room. The teacher and the rest of the class look shocked at what I just did but I do not give them an explanation for my actions. 

I just hope that the rest of my day runs smoothly with no stares or side glances.