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Chapter One: Friends

*~! Kayla's POV !~*

The screeching coming from downstairs was ridiculous. I jumped from my bed, quickly making my way to the shower, and grooming myself for the morning while the yelling continued. I was sick and tired of my parents' constant arguing, to the point where contemplating running away was becoming an everyday thing. It was a far-fetched idea, but it still crossed my mind, especially when the yelling happened in the morning. I had explained to them both that they didn't need to stay together for me, and that they were doing more bad than good, but they refused to hear me out. They swore when my mom was bearing me that they would stay together until I graduated, and, though it was only a few months away, I wasn't sure if I would make it to see the day they signed the papers. They both loved me, they always told me they did, and I believed them, it was just hard to feel love in the air on mornings where they were close to tearing each other's heads off.

After stepping from the shower, I walked over to my drawer, pulling on my panties, but I paused, feeling a rush of panic run through me. I quickly tugged them up, turning and blushing deeply after meeting his violet eyes. I groaned as I snatched the towel from my bed, wrapping it tightly around me, and yanking my curtains closed, my cheeks still burning from embarrassment. I cursed softly and repeatedly once I continued to dress, knowing for a fact that he would hold his peek over my head for years. The last time it happened, we were in middle school, and he bragged to the entire school that he had seen me naked. His friends high-fived him, whereas administration frowned, and the incident resulted in the both of us landing in in-school suspension. That was when my hatred for him began.

Preston Knight was as attractive as his name let on. He had violet eyes that reflected light just right, a body carved by God himself, and tattoos that covered both arms. He was God's gift to high schoolers everywhere, and had he not been such an asshole, I would've contemplated actually dating him freshman year. His mouth was atrocious and every other word that left his lips was a curse word. And the cigarettes, the little cancer sticks he constantly kept, were almost always between his fingers. He would taunt me at school or during pep rallies where I was consumed with getting the school involved, whereas he would encourage his friends and girls alike to sit down and not participate. He would glare at me in many of the classes we shared with a smirk which made my skin crawl with irritation. I wasn't sure why he was so dead set on messing with me, but the reason couldn't have justified his many childish acts.

I took a deep breath as I finally reached school, stepped out of my car, and headed in. The hallways were cramped with students, some new and some returning. I sighed as the school air filled my nostrils, and I all but skipped to my locker. Senior year was locked in to be special— I was president of the entire school, I headed the debate team, and I was sure to steal the lead in the school play. I was excited for the year to begin, and now that it was beginning, my excitement was beyond explainable.

I all but screeched as I heard a locker slam beside me, and frowned when I saw it was only my closest friend, Erica, who was about as excited for the year as I was.

"Goooooooood morning Thunder! Today is August the eighth, and I am your president, Kayla Davenport, here to wish you a good day!" She exclaimed as she smiled largely at me. "That's exactly how you should say it. Word for word!"

"Thank you, Erica, but I think I've got this. I've prepared for three years, and I practiced again last night," I shrugged as her bright smile transformed into a scowl.

"Wow, you really do love this school."

"I do! It's my parents' alma mater, how could I not?" I smiled falsely.

"Was there screaming again?" She winced as I sighed loudly.

"A ridiculous amount, and it was because my mom ate the last piece of toast."