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NADIA

"How was your first day?" My brother turned to look at me. "I don't know," I respond with a shrug. "Like it was okay but I can't believe the popular girls still bully people. I mean what the heck are they, 10?" Zeke chuckled and I shot him a look, immediately wiping the smile off his face.

"You're right, you're right. It's serious." I roll my eyes, not even bothering with him anymore.

I connected my phone to the car's Bluetooth speaker, and as soon as the connection was made, the opening notes of a Nicki song filled the car. I couldn't help but nod my head in time to the beat.

My fingers drummed on the steering wheel, my head bobbing and my shoulders swaying. I felt the energy of the music course through my veins, and I let it take over. "Yeah I just did it on 'em."

"Yeah right," My brother rolled his eyes. I shot him the middle finger and carried on.  "Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew."

"OK that's enough," Zeke says, lowering the volume. "Are you serious?"

I kiss my teeth and switch to some Giveon. "Yeah, yeah - toxic bitch."

In no time, we had arrived at Everton High, the music faded out. I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the door handle, prepared to say goodbye to my brother. But before I could open the door, a deafening screech of tires filled the air.

I turned to look out the window, just in time to see a silver car skid into the parking lot, its brakes squealing as it slid towards the curb. It was clear that the driver had lost control of the vehicle, and I could only watch in horror as the car careened towards the front of the school.

The girl's honey-brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and her makeup was perfectly applied. Her clothes were designer, and her shoes were the latest fashion trend. Too bad she wasn't so perfect  on the inside.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. The honey-brown-haired girl looked up at me, her expression a mixture of anger and confusion.

"I could ask you the same thing," she snapped back, her voice filled with venom. "You're not welcome here." I rolled my eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Well, that's a shame," I said, feigning disappointment. "I was really hoping to see you again. You're so... captivating."

"Save it. I had enough of yesterday," I say getting out of the car.

"Excuse me, who do you think you're..." She trailed off and I knitted my brows. Her gaze had averted to somewhere else and her mouth was parted slightly.

"Holy mother of-" I turned to see what everyone was basically looking at.

Ugh.

It was my brother, Zeke. He was the kind of guy who could turn heads wherever he went, and it seemed like no one was immune to his charm. I could feel the girl next to me practically drooling over him, and I felt a surge of annoyance. He was the last person I wanted to see right now, and I turned to glare at him, silently willing him to leave. But he just smiled at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Everyone had the hots for my brother.

Zeke strolled over to us, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked relaxed and at ease, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

I hated how composed he always was, even in the most tense situations. He was infuriatingly cool under pressure. He stopped in front of me, his smile widening. "Hey, sis," he said, his voice dripping with false affection. "How's it going?" I narrowed my eyes at him, not buying his act for a second. "Just great," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you still doing here?" He shrugged.

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