Chapter 1
Layla Hanley's POV:
Why was my mother so cruel?!
Well, I guess I can only blame myself. During her last trip, I threw a big party that got way out of hand. It included the typical disaster: drugs, drinking, sex, broken furniture, and very many cops. It had started out as a small get together with a bunch of my friends, but one of them decided to spread the word, and there you have it. I get why she does not trust me now, but I think that she does not understand just how much I hate Garrett King.
An Alien From Outer Space (also known as 3rd person)'s POV:
Layla was not the typical teenager who had to deal with insecurities. She was beautiful, and she knew it. Most of the girls Denzel High tried to emulate her almost white blonde rocker hair style, all of them failed. Layla wasn't a bitch spoiled by popularity either, but she didn't let people walk all over her. Not that they would, after all, they were too busy admiring her slender, tall figure. From the beginning, she and Garrett did not see eye to eye. He was too cocky for his own good. He had tried to charm her into falling for him, but she rejected him. Since that time, they had been constantly bickering. Garrett King had never been rejected before and he did not like it. Every other girl in school drooled over his firm abs and tanned complexion; if he so much as stared into a girl's eyes with his bright green eyes, she would turn to mush. If he then flashed his perfect smile, in a blink of an eye, that lucky girl would be in his bed tugging at his messy brown hair begging for more. Garrett wanted to make Layla Hanley's life living hell.
Layla finished packing her bags and dragged them down the stairs where and tall man in a blacks suit stood at the door. Without a word, he lifted the luggage with ease and carried it out to the limo parked in the driveway. Layla and her mother stood at the open door, confused.
"Hey mom, why did that man just take my suitcases?" Layla said, with her head cocked to the side.
Her mother replied, "Oh, I think that that would be the King's driver. You should probably get in."
"What? You don't even know who it is! It could be someone who wants to kidnap me!"
"Don't be silly sweetheart, who would want to take you." Her mother stated.
Layla's mom reached out and gave her a quick hug and said goodbye before pushing Layla out of the house. Layla laughed and walked towards the black limo. She opened the car door and turned to wave good-bye to her mother who stood on the steps throwing her kisses, and flailing her arms around trying to convey her true, but quite exaggerated, love. Layla slipped into the car with a smile on her face.
Only when the car jolted to a stop did Layla remember the hell her mother had condemned her. She looked out of the window and peered out at the huge white house that stood in front of her. She clambered out of the car and straightened out her black skinny jeans and blue halter top and gazed up at the mansion. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and braced herself. Slowly the door opened and there stood Garrett King in an unbuttoned shirt and crinkled jeans. He smirked down at Layla while leaning against the door frame, displaying his very, very toned abs.
"Hey there, babe." He said in a slow seductive tone.
***AAUUGH I hope this is okay. I've never done this before, so suggestions would be really awesome. Or just read it! XD its ALL GOOD
