Kidd Summers Novels & Stories

I am optimistic that he will make a great dad someday. I slip my hand out the window as we are driving. Kaden and I are on our way to meet everyone. It is the weekly family barbecue. We are heading to Brent’s house. He offered to have it there since he has a shit ton of room out back. I was surprised when everyone else agreed to have it as his house. They like to keep it in the family, but since he and Kylynn are dating, they figure he will be family soon. I was surprised when Kaden told me to bring my bathing suit, but then he explained that the pool at Brent’s is heated if needed. Not sure if I will get in, but I brought it just in case. I smile as we walk into the house. I can he

“I’m Summer. Why didn’t you know my name? You are my dad.” “Daddy? Gideon, you have a child?” Gideon’s face was left with nothing but confusion as he stood right in front of Summer who was urrently looking up to face her dad. “No—I don’t know.” “Oh my…” The girl went on to face Summer and smiled. “Hi, baby. What’s your name?” “I’m Summer. What about you? We have the same eyes just like daddy.” She smirked. “Oh my God! Yes, we really do. You’re doomed, Gideon,” she jokingly teased her brother who couldn’t even move and think clearly. “Where’s your mom, baby Summer?”

As her mom, of course, I was delighted to see her captured adorably in print. She chases her pizza with a giant swig of soda. “I’m famous,” she says, wiping her mouth before she sets her cup back down enthusiastically on the table, reminding me a little of Thor with a beer stein. Kadeem beams at her. “You’re famous,” he agrees. Next to me, Erbao pushes his plate away and looks across Kadeem. “We were hoping you’d come play with us over the summer. How come you didn’t?”

I merely observed their behavior, as any unpopular person would do. Okay, that wasn't true. I was popular; I was Autumn Summers' best friend. To the world, it probably meant nothing since she wasn't a pop star or anything like that. But in Carlton High, it was everything. She was the daughter of Thornton Summers, one of the richest business tycoons in the states. Her mother was the famous newscaster on CNN, Ava Summers, and her brother, Steven, was an actor. The whole family screamed popular social ladder. However, that wasn't the reason I befriended her.

"Can Homer provide you with a wedding like that? Oh, but the real question is, will Homer even propose to you?" Kendra didn't utter a response as she exhaled heavily through her nose, her glare directed at me filled with animosity. "Oh, you need not respond to that..." I smirked at her. "You look pale. I don't want you to pass out..." Kendra's mouth formed a tight, straight line. Her grip on the glass tightened, her hand trembling. Finally, she said, "Don't disclose to anyone that you are from the Summers Family. It would be such an embarrassment for me if they knew you were my stepsister!"

She will cut you with that mouth of hers. “I know who I am. I am Cassidy London Summers. I am the daughter of Hope and Jennifer Summers. I am the best friend of Riko Shiraishi. I am the girl that will kick your ass if you mess with my friend or what is hers again.” Cassidy snorted. “Was she always this hot?” I whispered. Forrest snickered and shook his head. “No. And she’s still not hot. But then again, every other girl stopped existing when I met Riko.” He shrugged.

Whether I was happy or not, I didn’t have an answer, but I was living freely. I had no plans to undergo treatment, so I treated every single day as if it were my last. I stayed up late binge‑watching shows, trying thrilling games, and eating junk food as if without a care. I did everything I never dared to do before, as if making up for an entire lifetime at once. That was, until my best friend Willow Andrews returned from studying abroad. Instead of going home first, she came straight to my place, dragging her suitcase behind her. After seeing me, she gave me a once‑over, then locked eyes with me and asked, “Sadie, are you sick?”

I say. “I’m Kaylee. She’s Kendra,” Kaylee says. Since one is wearing a pink shirt and one is wearing a yellow one, I make note of who is who. “Are you a strong fighter?” Kendra asks Rhett. “My Dad just started training me this summer,” he says. “How old are you?” Kaylee asks, looking appalled. “I’m four,” he says. “And he just started training you?” Kendra asks, looking outraged. “Aren’t you the Alpha heir?” Kaylee asks.

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.

Someone posted the slap video on the school forum. Boom—everything flipped. [Leah Lovley's literally the Drummonds' pick. Chloe's just the side chick.] [So over Chloe acting like she's royalty. Her dad's only relevant 'cause he leeches off Darian. What's she even flexing?] The forum roasted me too — manipulative, fake, pity-party queen. By morning every comment vanished. Classic Darian. He went ice-cold with Chloe. No more chauffeuring, no surprise gifts.