Resist Me, I Dare You [completed]

Chapter 1

I'm so done with my alarm clock. Notice I said MY alarm clock. Yup, mine's special. It sings the songs I absolutely hate.. and to turn it off, I have to get up off my bed to smack the dang thing. This morning, it woke me up with Happy by Will Pharell. I get up off my bed and walk over to it. I turn it off and walk over to my closet, rubbing my eyes and grumbling to myself. Since I live in California and it's always warm, I lay black shorts and a shirt detailed with the stitching of an anchor on my bed. I then grab my little mermaid towel and take a three minute shower. I don't like showers, which is probably why they call me Kat. That, and it's short for Katherine. But mostly because I don't like showers. I walk up to my mirror after my quick shower and look down at my contacts. I look beside them and find my square, black rimmed glasses. Lately, I find myself choosing my glasses over my contacts so I grab the glasses and put in on. Even though I don't need them on a regular basis, I wear them anyway. I flip my head upside down and tie my hair up in a ponytail and bounce out of my room with my backpack. As in, I litterally bounced. I jumped all the way down the stairs to see my gorgeous mother in the kitchen. Her green eyes snap to mine and a pleasant smile stretched across her lips. I love my mom. I sniffed the air and strode into the kitchen.

"Mmm. Is that pancake batter I smell?" I grin at her. She laughs at me and I laugh along. I love her laugh. It's a laugh that you can tell is not fake and is very hearty. After the laughter dies down, I swipe the bowl of mixture off the counter but as soon as I was about to stick my face in it, she grabs it away with a hardened face.

"Slow down there. If you eat it, there won't be any for the pancakes." She points to the heated pot. I nod and pout.

"Is that pancake batter I smell?" Dad comes waltzing in the kitchen with his briefcase in hand. A grin quickly spreads across my face as he scooped me up. Me, being a 5'3", 16 year old seemed like nothing to him. My dad has bright blue eyes and short brown hair. He is 6'3" and has a muscular build. He has a great sense of humor and I can talk to him about anything. My mother is 5'5" and has green eyes with long brown hair that was styled in a high ponytail. She had on her work suit that hugs her curvy figure. Yup, my parents are hot. Then here I am at the height of 5'3" with long brown hair, much like my mother's and green eyes like hers as well. Let's put it like this, I could pass as my mom's twin. She pulls out a couple pancakes and flop them on a plate next to the pot. My dad puts me down and ruffles my hair.

"Dad." I groan, fixing my hair. He grins at me and makes his way to my mother.

"Morning baby." Mom smiles sweetly. Dad returns the passion with a heartfelt kiss. Mom wraps her hands around dad and he does the same. Black smoke starts to rise out of the pancakes in the pot.

"Mom, the pancakes!" I called, startling them. Mom pulls away and quickly flips the pancakes. I smile at them and take a seat at the table. After a few minutes, I had eaten and was soon walking out the door to Lana's car. Lana is my best friend. I hop into the car to be greeted by her smell. Mmm, she always smelled like berries.
She hugged me and smiled.

"Morning Kitty." Only she calls me Kitty and when she does, it's just to tease me because she knows I have a deep hatred for the nickname.

"Morning Lana." She starts the car and we were off. She doesn't stop smiling and it starts to creep me out.

"What did Robert do?" Robert is Lana's crush since last week. She is the type of girl that has crushes per week. She's more popular than I and better looking too. She has bright blonde hair that is straightened today with brown eyes. She had on black heels with a crop top and a black skater skirt. Her gold hoop earrings to match made the finishing touch. She looked.. gorgeous.

"No, it's not Robert." She steals a glance my way before focusing back to the road. The huge grin doesn't make an effort to leave her face as she turns the steering wheel to the right into the school parking lot. She stops the car in a spot and stares at me.