Kayla's p.o.v
Hey I'm Kayla Stevens and life sucks..
And I'm still trying to convince myself I'm a normal 17 year old.
I'm just going to start with an intro of myself then..
Let's say.. Said my name.. Age.. What else.. Oh yeah!, I'm an 11th grader that's really impatient to finish high school and leave the little world of bullshit
I rolled my eyes mentally, laughing at myself a little bit
All I just said were thoughts and imaginations, I'd just imagine myself a top teen model in an interview with so much sass and class
I do that every time I take the eight minute walk down home from school, at least it kept me busy.
I'd always imagine myself as one big celebrity because it was what I've wanted all my life, I'm good at fashion, modeling and acting so.. I believe one day I'll be a big star all over the bill boards of New York.
I took the bend on the road that led to my house and sighed lightly as I could spot the store that always informed me that I was close to my destination
I turned back in time, just to see someone cycling really fast and closer to me. He tried to move his bike away from my direction but for some weird reason he turned the front wheel left which was were I stood and seconds later, the idiot came crashing on me.
I saw him jump out of the bike as it crash into me, sending me to the rough ground in no time. I squeezed my eyes shut as my skin made contact with the cold asphalt, there was sure going to be a bruise on my arm.
I got up and with the last strength I had I picked the bike that seemed a little heavy but the rage in me gave me more strength to fling the bike to the side.
He walked closer to me and stopped on his tracks when he saw the anger in me.
"Are you hurt?", he asked and I glared at him my anger threatening to spill out
" how about I ride the damn bike, crash into you and you get your answer", I said my anger evident in my voice
"I'm sorry, I lost control", he said looking down
"Of course you did", I yelled back at him, cursing multiple times under my breath.
"Do you live nearby, let me help you home and explain to your parents", he said scratching the back of his head
"Don't bother yourself, you've done enough already", I replied my anger going down. I picked up my back pack and purse and cell phone that was sprawled on the floor. I felt the peppering pain on my arms and turned to look at it. Of course the scratch marks were visible on my skin, blood flowed out of it slowly and I hissed my temper rising again.
"You're clearly hurt, let me help you", he said again
"And whose fault is it that I'm hurt?!", I yelled at him and he shook his head slightly. "Just leave me alone!", I yelled finally making him shriek, I knew I was mean but I didn't care, who'd have to wear a bandage on their skin.. Me.
I stuffed everything in my bag and continued to walk away from the mysterious guy.
I walked inside the two storey that was my house and shut the door with maybe a little too much force. I got in the living room and flung my bag on the couch before walking to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. I sat on the island and examined my body for any more scratches, found another on the back of my leg and one on my left knee. Great.
I pulled open the box and tried my best to clean up the injury on my left knee when my mom walked in. She gasped in shock at the sight of me and quickly rushed to me.
"Geez honey, what happened to you?", she questioned taking the wet towel I had on my hand.
"A stupid cyclist decided to crash into me", I said gasping a little as she pressed the towel on my injury with too much force.
"What'd he do after that", she asked
"Well he offered to bring me home but I was too angry to consider it", I said.
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hottie's charm
Storie d'amorewhen Kayla meets her step Father's colleagues son she's forced to go against her perfectly laid out life plan just to make sure she doesn't lose him.
