Dare You

Chapter 1

Dare you

Peyton Anderson and Jace Evans are polar opposites. Hot and cold. Fire and water. Peyton's a plain outcast and Jace is a hot but cocky asshole. Different, right?

But they have more in common then they think. Coming from dark pasts, the two are thrown together due to an unexpectant event that will change both of their lives forever even if they don't know it yet.

They're not exactly best friends, but once they find out each others secrets will their opinions change? Will they learn to open up to each other or will they stay hidden behind broken walls?

Their story may seem cliche, but this is not just a love story this is a story about love. And it all started with two words.

'Dare you.'

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Chapter 1

Jace's POV

I slam through the front door, my head pounding ferociously. I feel my heart beat wildly against my chest as I hear my father thump down the stairs.

"Where were you?" he asks angrily, running his hand through his grey locks all the while staring straight at me with hatred visable in his blue eyes. The wrinkles that cover his face are from anything but laughter and his dark clothes display that.

"I just went for a run, calm yourself." I sigh rolling my eyes while trying to stalk away from his aggressive glare.

"That's not what I heard-" he starts but I cut him off before he can say anymore.

"Believe what you want, you'd do so anyway. I went for a run." I tell him forcefully, avoiding eye contact. He says no more, so I take that as my chance and start to walk up the stairs.

"Jace wait. I have something very important to talk to you about." he calls out in his hostile, emotionless tone, making me turn my head slowly. I glare, gesturing for him to continue his speech.

"Your mother and-"

"She is not my mother." I grit out venomously. He narrows his eyes making me turn away from the man I used to worship.

"Fine. Nadia and I were thinking that it may benefit us- you if you went to St Edwards School of Detention." he says this with a harsh, cold tone making me instantly frown. Cutting right to the chase like always. No 'how was your day.' Nothing.

"You want to send me to a fuc-" I start but he cuts me off with a stern look.

"You want to send me to a school for delinquents!" I bite out bitterly, clenching my fists to restrain my anger.

"Yes. It would help our family and you."

"Lies." I hiss while trying to control the anger that is making me want to punch a wall.

"Son-"

"No, you just want me out of your life so your fucking baby won't turn out as fucked up as me. Right? Thats what you're always saying. How fucked up your only son is. That you've always wanted a second chance." I pause for a breath when I say this, trying to calm the anger riling up inside my chest.

"Well let me tell you this. No matter how hard you try you will always fuck it up. You will never become a good father." I tell him quietly, with anger evident in my tone.

"You will not talk to me like that. This is what I was saying to-"

"To who? Your slutty little wife Nadia. She's gonna leave you as soon as someone better comes along. Don't pretend you don't know it. I wouldn't blame her, I would never submit my kid to the disappointment of having a father like you!" I'm shouting by now but he still has a calm expression plastered onto his face. But I can see through this facade, his eyes tell a different story.