Defiance

Chapter 5- Clara

Devon POV

After I got in the house I saw Cameron drive away. He told me he'd text me within the hour and I was actually excited for him to. Yeah I'm gay but I don't think of him like that. To be honest the moment I saw the look on his face when he saw Brynn laying on his bed, I knew they had to be together. I have to get them together. With this thought in mind I took a quick 10 minute shower and decided to start "plotting" with Clara.

Clara isn't just MY best friend, she's basically a sister to Brynn. She's only a year younger than Brynn and I- making her 15- and she was more mature than any teen I have yet to meet. She's approximatley 5'6 with curly blonde hair that had it's very own level of shine and beauty. Her eyes were the most unique color- a sort of golden with green, blue, and brown flecks; I guess you could call it "Honey Hazel". Her honey colored skin made her curvy figure look good in anything she wore, and she never- EVER- wore make-up. She would joke from time to time that it was "against her religion". Even though she was absolutley flawless and perfect from any angle, she only has eyes for one guy, yet she wasn't sure what to do about it and was always saying we were wrong about him. She was humurous, mishevious, caring, motherly, overly talented, breath takingly beautiful, and still humble. She never thought very highly of herself, and was always trying to be sure everyone else was okay before she even thoughgt of herself. Her and Brynn were inseperable from a young age. Though, I always forgot exactly how they met.

 I grabbed my phone and started to text her.

We HAVE to get Dallas and Brynn together! -D.

Does she actually want  to be with him? -C.

Nevermind, dumb question lol I'm up for it. Can you come over? -C.

UGHHHH but baeeeee... -D.

DevOn. Do you want to plot the best relationship ever or not? -C.

...Fineee... be there in five. -D.

I hopped out of bed and looked myself over in the mirror and shrugged. Not like my looks matter anyways at the moment. I headed to the kitchen where I found my mom on her laptop dooing paperwork, most likely for another legal case. Though I hate my parents all but told me they hate me and vice versa, I still felt the need to ask permission to leave at such a late time.

"Mom, I need to go to Clara's. I'm taking my car." I stated more than asked.

"K. Be safe." She replied.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my keys from the keychain by the front door and unlocked the doors to my Dodge Intrepid and headed to Starbucks first, and then I was planning on going to Clara's with our well deserved frappacinos. Well, I was PLANNING on it anyways...

I was almost to Starbucks when I saw an all too familiar Lamborghini Aventador wrapped around a tree, engulfed in smoke. The weirdest part was that I didn't hear any sirens. I pulled off to the opposite side of the road and called 911, and after giving them the needed information, rushed over to the car, unable to control my thoughts from running around frantically. As I made my way to the driver's side door I smelt a strong scent of alchohol and  I saw an all too familiar face slammed into the steering wheel ,covered in blood and glass. I felt my stomach drop and my heart stop beating for a half second.

The face on the wheel was Cameron Dallas. And he was holding a broken bottle of Grey Goose.

A/N:

Hey guys! Okay so I need to know your guys' opinions on this book before I keep going, I feel like I'm writing without a purpose.

And sorry if this chapter sucked bricks, I'm in a really bad mood and out of people to talk to anymore so I have no way of letting it all out.

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