Just a Summer With the Boys.

Chapter one

Chapter One

Bailey's POV

The alarm clock on my bedside table starts ringing in my ears. Without opening my eyes or taking me head out from under the pillow, I reach my arm out and start trying to press the 'Shut Up' button. Of course it isn't really called that, but I'm a 16 year old girl. I need my sleep. Finally giving in the obnoxious noise, I pull my head out from under the pillow and pick up the annoying piece of plastic and shut it off.

I look around my room, the pale purple walls aren't quite so bad, I mean considering I picked out that color when I was 12. I roll out of my queen sized bed, all the while taking the black and white floral comforter with me, as I fall onto the hardwood flooring. Who puts wood flooring in a bedroom anyways? Oh well. One more year then I'm off to college. I ditch the comforter and put it back on my bed and look at the all mirrored wall, one entire half of it covered by news clippings and pictures from 9/11. Considering I lost my dad to that attack, I can't take it down. Mom never comes into my room because of it. I look at the other half clear of everything except a picture of dad and I when I was about 7 and we were eating ice cream about one year before, the attack. Kate and I (who happens to be my best friend of all time) at a pizza place two years ago, taken the same night Trent asked me out. Lastly, a picture of Trent and I (my boyfriend of one almost two years),at his birthday two months ago. I stare at his auburn-brown colored hair, and his chocolate brown eyes that have some light-brown-honey-colored specks in them.

I stare at my reflection, gah, I look terrible. My brown hair is sticking up at strange angles, which how does it even do that? It's nearly down to my waist and can still stick straight up, okay then. My oversized t-shirt is falling off my right shoulder and my short shorts have disappeared under the fabric of my shirt that at one point was my father's my pale face looks like it just got woken up, oh wait. It did.

I make myself walk to the door to my left and open it. My own private bathroom, gosh, was I ever lucky not to have to share it with my half-brother. Oh did I mention that my mom remarried? Well she did, about 6 years ago. Now I have an annoying, nagging, 5 year old monster for a half-brother. (Half-siblings are when you have the same mom but different dads or same dad but different moms. Just in case you didn't know). Plus I have an overly bossy and incredibly rude step-father whose name is Frank, what mom sees in him I'll never know. I go over to the shower and turn it on. I walk back into my room and go to my closet picking out a pair of dark-wash skinny jeans, a blue and white tank top, a crochet semi see-through top and a pair of blue high-top converse. I walk back into the bathroom and get into the shower after closing and locking the doors. I stand under the hot water for a couple minutes then decide I better start washing my hair. Once I was dried and dressed, I started drying my hair. Curly or straight? I guess I'll do curly today. I dried my hair halfway so it wasn't completely soaked, but still wet enough to go naturally curly. I apply some light and natural makeup. Then head downstairs after grabbing my backpack off of the floor in my room.

I go down the huge flight of stairs that I've gone down a million times, and on the last stair I trip. Of course, I'm just naturally clumsy. As soon as I head into the kitchen to get some breakfast my mom's heading out the door for work.

"Bye, mom!" I shout to her, while waving.

"Bye, Bailey." She answers, slightly coldly to me. "Bye, Caleb!" She shouts at my little brother with a huge, warm, motherly smile that I wish was directed at me. Sometimes I was jealous of Caleb, is that normal? To be jealous of a 5 year old? Argh, if you were in my situation you would understand. If only she saw how much she broke my heart seeing her look at me like it's my fault dad is dead, and look at Caleb as though he's the freakin' sun, moon, and stars!

"Bailey, you're finally awake," a sly, male, voice said. I turned around to face a smirking Frank. "I was wondering when the worthless excuse of a daughter was going to show up." The smirk never leaving his face.

"Good to see you too, Frank." I say not hiding one ounce of bitterness.

"Hi daddy!" Caleb said with a huge smile and admiration written all over his face even in his eyes.

"Hey, little man!" he says his cold, amused expression turning into one full of pride and joy. A wave of jealousy hits me once again this morning. I grab my lunch that I packed yesterday after dinner out of the fridge and grabbing a pop tart before leaving for school. As I grabbed my keys off the counter and headed out the door.

"Don't let anyone pick on you!" He shouts at me.

"Of course not, that's your job!" I shouted back as I got into my 2010 black impala, that Kate gave me for my 16th birthday. I started the engine and headed towards the high school.

I park in the junior's parking lot. Three more days until summer! Summer would be so much better, why? Because Kate, Trent, Jesse (Trent's best friend), and I are going to head up to the summer cabin that Kate's parents own. Did I mention Kate's family is loaded? And before you say anything, no, that is so not why I'm friends with her. We're friends because back in 6th grade some idiotic jerk-face came up to me and was constantly bulling me and she stood up for me, we've been best friends ever since. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach over to the passenger side and grab my book-bag and exit from the car.

"There's my girl" I hear Trent say. I feel his arms wrap around my waist from behind, and he turns me around. He kisses my cheek.

"Hey, my turn!" I hear Kate shout from behind him. With that he releases me and Kate pulls me into a bear hug, almost spilling her milkshake coffee thing and my hot chocolate, at least I presume it's mine. She has gotten me a hot chocolate every day, since I told her about my dad always making it for me every morning before school. She hands me the hot chocolate and I send her a silent thank you with a nod of my head.

"Guys class is going to start soon; I'll see you two later!" I yell as I take a sip of chocolate heaven in a cup, and head towards the door that leads to the hallways that has all the same navy-blue uniform lockers.