My Bestfriend's Brother Is The One For Me

Motorcycle boy

Nala's P.O.V

"You know what to do with that big fat butt!" "WIGGLE WIGGLE," "JUST A LITTLE BITTLE,"

"Fuck!" I groaned. The song blasted off my alarm, I grab it and hurl it at the door, it smashes into pieces. It's the first day of school today. Well, at least for me it is since we moved back to California last week from London. In case you don't know Cali is obnoxiously sunny and it just does not match my soul right now. "New town, a fresh start." That's what my bastard of a father said. Excuse my language but if you knew the guy you would say the same thing.

I lazily stumble out of my bed and to the bathroom to take a warm shower and embark on the journey that is washing my hair. It is so inconvenient to go natural. After showering I brush my teeth and proceeded to my morning skincare routine which is also time-consuming. Yikes, I gotta fix that.

After all that I walked into my closet to find something to wear. I settled on a lavender crop, a pair of high wasted denim bellbottoms, and my favorite pair of chunky Filas.

I put some products on my hair and attempted to style it but I eventually gave up and let the curls loose. God, I missed my mom. She used to help me with my hair. I looked at my self in the mirror and found cold dead eyes staring back. My once lively gray eyes lost the light in them It scares me to think about the fact that it might never return. I snap out of my sad girl hours and focus on getting ready.

I looked at my vanity and noticed some bags that had Sephora, Glossier, and Morphe printed on them. I didnt really wear makeup unless it was a special occasion but I had enough knowledge to know what was in the bags and who put them here. I grabbed the bags and throw them in the trash can. If he really thought some makeup would change the fact that he's a shit dad then he must be on some straight-up crack. I grab my backpack and hurry downstairs.

I grab an apple from the fridge, throw it in my bag and head to the garage. I look at all the different cars and sigh. How many fucking cars does one man need? I mean why the hell would someone need a Lamborghini? I walk around and my eyes land on the key box. Next to each number was a light that glowed green except number one which glowed red. The key for number one was gone so I guess that's the one he took today. Next to number five was a note in small print. It read "Do not drive the Lamborghini." I smirk as I get an idea. I unlock the box,  grab key number five and head straight to the Lambo.

I hop in the car, it takes me a bit to figure out the aux but I do it. I remember the email I got from daddy dearest's assistant welcoming me to the Pierre household, attached to the email was a long ass list of house rules that I stopped reading after the first ten. I distinctly remembered rule number three, the no Rap music in the car's rule. I smile and put Daddy by Blueface on loop technically Blueface doesn't rap he's more of a spoken word artist. The song plays and I rap along. "She call me daddy I don't even know her mama!  She gon' do it for some Dolce Gabbana Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, designer! With no strings attached, like Balenciaga."

I put on my seat belt and speed off. As I reach school, I find a great parking spot right in the front close to the entrance. I see a motorcycle in my rearview mirror so I yeet for the spot before someone else takes it. I do a little victory dance in the car before getting out. When I get out of the car I catch a glimpse of the motorcycle guy glaring at me. I swear if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. He gets off the motorcycle and walks into the school. I shake my head in disgust, I hate motorcycles..those literal death traps. I realize that I locked my bag in the car so I unlocked it and climbed in to look for my bag. It seems that my bag and its contents had fallen sometime during the ride. I attempted to pick up all of my stuff and shove it in my bag I notice the apple rolling around in the back seat, how it got there...I have no idea but after catching a glimpse of the time I decide to leave it. I hurry out of the car and I get a little dizzy getting up. I regretted not eating breakfast. Come to think of it I didn't have dinner last night either. I shake the thought and grab my bag. I press the button on the remote and the car doors come back down and I hear the sound indicating that it's locked.

While making my way to the front entrance I notice some people gathered around staring. I here whispers coming from each clump of people "Who is she?" "That spot is reserved" "I'd hate to be her" "What's he gonna do?" I just disregard their confusing comments and keep walking.

 I calmly walk up reaching out to open the door only to have it hit me smack in the face. I study my attacker's expression as I fall flat on my ass. I swear I saw his lips curl up into a smirk before I blackout.