One rule. Don't fall.

Chap 1

Kennedy Summers.
Yep that's me. The girl with an empty soul, the girl who uses sarcasm as a second language and the girl who finds the human species unbearable.

Blunt, I know. But hey it's the truth isn't it?

Finally distracting myself from my own thoughts I find time to get out of my sanctuary of blankets and pillows and make my way over to the bathroom to get ready for the first day of senior year. Yay me.

Finishing my shower I throw on a pair of lace underwear, a grey sweater and some grey sweatpants that is secured to my waist with elastics and safety pins. I then proceed to tie my hair back up into a messy bun. I look homeless but eh, most of the boys at Rosewood high are as*holes anyways.

Yeah I know, I don't sound like the lace type which I am not, but it's the only undergarments my mom let's me wear, which is extremely unreasonable, stupid, weird and well you get the point, but she thinks by doing that it'll make me 'normal '.

But boy oh boy she couldn't be more wrong.

I finish my look with white vans and make my way down stairs to greet pops and mom before walking out the door and towards Briar, my best friend, who has luscious blonde curls, warm grey eyes and killer figure. She's a real stunner and it surprises me that boys don't go crazy for her. She is now seated inside her Matte black Range Rover.

"Hey Chica! Did you hear about Smith?" She says with an excited expression as she starts the car and I plop into the passenger seat. "Morning Bree. Wait what?" Ugh, I hope she's not talking about the Smith I'm thinking about. I hate his very existence so f*cking much I could just—

She then cuts me off from my murderous thoughts. "He's coming back! I heard his parents didn't like it in California so he's moving back! You know what this means right?" She exclaims with joy laced throughout every word whilst wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh joy." I said with sarcasm which causes her to muster up a scowl. "Kennedy Summers, we both know your itching to confess your undying love for that sexy piece of—" "Stop right there Edwards. Speaking of undying love we wouldn't want Cole knowing ab—" I explain playfully but then she quickly slaps a hand over my mouth to stop me from finishing my sentence.

"You wouldn't." she says as she throws a quick glare at me but then quickly focuses back on the road.

-lickity lick-

She yelps from the contact and immediately removes her hand from my now smirking lips and shoots me another quick glare. "Oh but Briar dear, I so would" I say with emphasis on the 'so' which causes her scowl to enlarge along with my smirk.

:) Time Skip (:

After our never ending nagging about her and Cole we agreed 5 minutes later that we would stop annoying each other and do something useful. So I collected both of our new schedules from our bags to see what classes we had together and found out that we had 2 classes together.

Now we are slowly walking towards the entrance of hell.

We walk through the main hallway without making a sound and make it to our first class without being noticed. Mission completed I thought but just before I walked in a large muscular arm blocked my path. I hesitantly look up to the owner only to see the devil's spawn and his followers smirking down at me. "Long time no see sweet cheeks. Well well well, aren't you just a cutie." He said loudly causing the whole student body divert their attention to us. Jerk.

Ignoring the sea of stares and glares I duck under his arm with a nonchalant expression and head to my signature seat in the back corner. Relief washes over me as I noticed he was gone.

:) Time Skip (:

Further on from that moment school continued on as normal, apart from the occasional glares.

Now it was me and Bree waiting in our history class for the last bell to ring.

*bringbringbringggg*

We quickly manoeuvred ourselves throughout the crowd to our lockers but then, I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me into a small closet and close the door. "Help me! I'm getting ra—" but then a warm hand clamped over my mouth gently leaving my words muffled.

Terrified, I feel the hot tears sting my face and attempt to elbow which I am assuming is a man, because of the hard muscles I feel along my back, where the sun doesn't shine but stop when I hear his familiar voice.

"Holy sh*t! Sorry sweet cakes it's just me. I just really needed your attention." He says with what I think is genuine concern? As he switches the light on. Wow. Just wow.

"What the f*ck Pierce! You don't go pulling girls into closets! You know I hate your guts, you have 3 minutes to explain or so help me God I will—" "Calm your tits woman. Sheesh. I'll explain okay j–just l–listen uh..." he says stuttering his words with his attention to my hip.

I then followed his gaze and saw what was making his words a little airy only to see that my sweatpants have fallen loose leaving a small gap revealing my white lace panties. Oh shizzle sticks.