First Love

Hi so this is my first story on Wattpad. Hope whoever reads this will like it and if you do please tell your friends, thanks! :D

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First Love

Chapter one

Leia's POV:

My name is Leia Evans. I have a 90 second older twin brother, Luke. And yes, we were named after the famous twins of the Star Wars saga. My parents are fanatics and they had a pair of boy-girl twins. How could they possibly resist?

I am 16 years old, I turn 17 in May. My family is rich and I basically have a designer wardrobe. My brother's friends say I'm 'kinda hot' (then he punches them in the arm, he's super protective of me). I suppose I'm pretty. I am a brunette.

In fact, Luke and I look vastly similar. He's basically a male me. We're both tall, talented, intelligent and generally good-looking.

Except that he's way more outgoing than me. I prefer to be behind the scenes, although Luke did manage to persuade me to join the cheerleading squad. But he's the captain of football team. Also, he's blond. The biggest difference (aside from gender) between us is that he's got a girlfriend.

Her name is Nicolette Robbins and she's a total bitch. I don't like to swear, but a non-swear word isn't ample to describe her. I don't like her, however Luke is pretty into her, so I say nothing. I feel she's dating him because my family's loaded, but still, I say nothing. Luke likes her and I won't take that from him. Nicolette is my senior (Luke is a year younger than her) on the squad. As far as I can tell, she devious and manipulative. My best friend, Stacey Walsh, and I call her a Hag. Nicolette is actually really pretty, you know, stereotypical evil girlfriend- blonde, evil, a perky cheerleader, etc-, but not on the inside, so she deserves it.

Stacey is really nice and she has a crush on Luke. But I don't mind. She's my best friend and she'd be perfect with my brother.

"Luke! What are you doing in my bedroom!" I shrieked, seeing my brother's reflection in my full length mirror as I fixed my hair.

"Wake you up. But I collected that you woke up really early to prepare for the first day of junior year," he said, checking his hearing. "How'd I do, sis?"

"Whatever. Just scram," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Since when were you a girly girl?" he asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. "There's a guy involved, am I right?"

"No!" I screamed again. "And I have always been girly. Since when were you everyone's favorite busybody, Skywalker (one of my many Star Wars related nicknames for Luke)?"

"Since I was 90 seconds old, little sis," he said, reaching out his hand to ruffle my hair. He then had second thoughts, seeing my menacing glare.

"Okay, just be in the car in forty minutes. Nicolette's hitching a ride. See ya," he told me, getting out of my room.

"Finally. You're out. Now I can get ready," I sighed.

"What? I thought you were done already!" he exclaimed, shocked.

"Ugh," I said, shaking my head. "You have so much to learn my young Padawan."

Then I closed the door. He really did like Nicolette. But the reason was a complete conundrum.

Haydn's POV:

A new school year. New classes. New teachers. New school. My parents moved me from quiet San Francisco to loud and noisy Los Angeles during the summer before junior year.

I had to leave my life, my friends, my life and my reputation. I was the badass player. I was blessed with perfect features and girls melted when I did so much as to look at them.

Both my parents are lawyers and I pretty much raised myself. They're always to busy for me and they dragged me here to start their own law firm. Go figure. There's more crime and lawsuits here than SF, I guess.

My driver (my parents are pretty good lawyers, so we're rather well-off) dropped me off at Duncan Prep. A private school.

I was dressed in school uniform. Khaki trousers for guys, knee-length skirts for girls with a white long sleeved collar shirt and navy blue blazer and tie.

As I sauntered into the school compound, I noticed a group of girls checking me out. They giggled when they saw me looking back at them.

That moment, stretch limo-I'm not even kidding. That family had to be insanely loaded- drove up. The chauffeur opened the door to reveal a tall beauty.

She had wavy brown hair that bounced with each step she took. She had a nice figure. Slim, but she had enough flesh not to look like a mannequin. Yet, she looked untouched and completely innocent. In other words, my new project. I would get her to fall in love with me. That should be simple enough.

Next stepped out another girl. I'm a good profiler, so I instantly knew this girl wasn't the sister of the first one. The second girl was blonde, a cheerleader, probably. She was stick thin. Her hair was curly but not nearly as bouncy as Brown Beauty's was.

Then a third person came out, a guy. He was blond too and the Blondie lip locked him once he got out of the car, so clearly, he was Brown Beauty's brother.

Somehow, from how Blondie kissed Brown Beauty's brother or how she walked with him, I guessed she liked the idea of dating a rich guy more than the rich guy himself. I was likely to be right.

I had to make friends with this guy. After all, his sister was my project. Hmm. Duncan Prep was definitely going to be fun.

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It's still an info dump, but I hope it'll be easier to read. I'll try to upload next week since I'm going away for a week after this one.