Wilder

Chapter One

© Copyright 2018 M.C. Davis. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter One

"Ava, let's go!" I hear a shout from downstairs.

'I'm coming!" I yell back as I walk down the steps. When I reach the bottom, my twin brother, Sam, is waiting for me. I can see him checking his watch nervously and I roll my eyes.

"Chill out, Sam, you're not going to be late. In fact, we'll get there early."

Today is our first day at college.

After our parents died when we were fourteen, and our older brother, Mason, became our legal guardian, we'd bounced around a lot. Now though, Mason found a high-paying job at a multi-million dollar tech company, doing god knows what, and found a house for us here in California.

"I want to get there with enough time to meet with the coach before I have to get to my first class."

It has always been Sam's dream to play professional basketball – and he's definitely good enough to achieve it. We were all ecstatic when he was awarded a full basketball scholarship to the college we are attending, and he is not going to let anything jeopardize his chance of a future in the NBA.

"Well, I'm ready now, so let's go," I say, grinning up at him. His eyes soften and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, before we both head out the door. He can never stay mad at me for long. My brother's and I have always been very close, but after the death of our parents, that bond had strengthened tenfold. There is nothing that we wouldn't do for each other. Nothing.

We were lucky enough to be able to get a place close to the school, so we reach the campus in ten minutes. The car is barely parked before Sam jumps out of the passenger side, and runs off with a quick 'bye' over his shoulder.

Chuckling softly, I grab my bag and step out of the car. I pause for a moment to take in the sight around me. There are groups mingling, couples making out, and some students frantically trying to finish homework. The sight makes me smile and release a burst of breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.

I hadn't had what most people would call a normal high school life. We moved around so much that I was never in a place long enough to get into any sort of routine or make any friends. I'm hoping I can change all of that now though.

Glancing at my watch, I realize that I have about seven minutes to get to my first class. I had visited the campus the week before to familiarise myself with the layout so I would be able to navigate my way between classes.

Just as I made my first step through the school doors, I ram into what feels like a brick wall, which sends me tumbling to the ground until I was lying spread-eagle on my back.

As my ass hits the floor, I let out a loud groan. Somewhere during the fall, my books managed to spill from my bag and are currently scattered everywhere. I roll onto my knees and begin to quickly collect my things.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." I mutter, not really sorry, but I have a bad habit of apologizing too much.

Just as I reach for my last book, a high heel clad foot stomps down on my hand with bruising force. I let out a hiss. I look up in shock, finding cold blue eyes glaring down at me. The girl has platinum blonde hair (typical) and long tanned legs. The tight-fitting miniskirt and tank top clung to her curves like a second skin. If not for her hate-filled eyes and the scowl etched onto her face, she would have been beautiful.

"Don't let it happen again, bitch." She sneers at me, releasing my hand from under her shoe.

Woah. My eyes widen at her harsh tone. I have no idea why she is acting this way. Before I can come up with a retort, she lets out a huff and with one last icy glare, she stomps off, walking through the doors and out of sight.