Only Hers

Chapter One: What's Your Name, Sweetheart?

PLEASE READ TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY TIMELINE!

Hallooooooo! How are you all doing this fine day? Well, I don't of y'all are excited or not but My Bad Boy is finally getting sequel! Errr...Spin-Off!

As you've probably read from the summary, this is about Sarah and Aaron's child Ava. So in my previous book, I wrote in the Epilogue that Sarah and Aaron have two twin boys. Well, since they're five at that time, let's pretend that Ava was born when the twins turned ten. So in present time, Sarah and Aaron's kids are:

Ava Mills: 17

Tommy and Mark Mills: 27

And Haley and Jacksons child is:

Paul Hades: 21

Jacob Hades: 17

And Amy and Stephan's children are:

Rose: 23

Sammy: 24

Harry: 20

So those are all the kids. Most of them won't be included in the story as much as others but they will be mentioned or there for a brief period of time.

Sarah and Aaron will be there since they are Ava's parents. Haley and Jackson will also be there since they have a kid who is also seventeen named Jacob. Above^^

Soo finally, without further ado, the Spin-Off to My Bad Boy, I present.......Only Hers!

Enjoy!!

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Ava's POV

Mornings can be a blissful time. Your eyes flutter open, a smile breaks out on your face as the warm sun shines on your skin. You feel a sense of comfort and freshness wash over you and you feel like today will be a great day.

Well, my mornings do not go like that whatsoever. They kinda go like this.

"AVA! GET YOUR TINY BUTT DOWN HERE FOR BREAKFAST! OR WE'RE LEAVING WITHOUT YOU! YOU GOT TEN SECONDS!" Tommy yells from downstairs.

I groan, rolling over in my bed. "A few more minutes." I mumble tiredly, shoving my face into my pillow.

"AVANTELLY GEORGIA MILLS! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Mark yells followed by an 'ouch mom'.

"Language!" She scolds him and he chuckles.

I open my eyes, adjusting to the bright lights in my room and trotting out of bed. I go to the bathroom, jumping into the shower quickly and coming out within five minutes.

I didn't even wait for the hot water to turn on. I braved that cold bucket of ice like a true soldier.

Rummaging through my closet, I take out black, ripped skinny jeans and a black, tight, sleeveless shirt to go over. After hurriedly changing my clothes, I blow dry my hair and throw it up into a messy bun.

Checking my reflection, I wink at myself before grabbing my bag and phone and heading downstairs.

"AVA-"