Chapter 1

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A/N

ok so this is the first time I am actually writing a book so please forgive me if it isn't that great and I don't like giving long A/Ns as it is very annoying so I hope u have a great time reading it. :) XD

Oh yeah, main male character is up there. In case u cant c the pic it is Sean O'Pry :)

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Ava's POV....

Usually, you see in movies where the girl wakes up to the sun shinning briefly and the birds chirping and singing outside, but that that is not how normal people wake up, according to me that is. What I wake up to every morning is my twin's stupid alarm. How I know that's her alarm and not mine well her alarm consists of the loud ringing noise from her phone. She is a deep sleeper and unlike me, she needs a loud alarm to wake her up. I groan out loud and cover my ears with my pillow.

"Wake up! Wake up! It's a new day and our first day of senior year." my twin says while jumping up and down on me.

I push her off of me and shoot her a death glare that will make anyone tremble but she is used to this and just rolls her eyes. Did I forget to mention that she is a morning person and I am not? God, I don't know where she gets all this energy from.

I get up from my comfortable bed and stretch. I could hear the cracks as I stretched my back. I slowly walk towards the enjoined washroom and splashed my face with water. I could hear my sister singing under the shower. And let me just tell you her voice is as sweet as an angel. I love to hear her singing, it's probably the highlight of my day.

 As she sings I sway my hips according to the lyrics of the music while I brush my teeth. She starts laughing at the way I move my hips. We both are the exact opposites. 

While she is the goody-two-shoes or the good girl I am the badass or bad girl. While she wears skirts and tank tops, I wear my black ripped jeans and my leather jacket. While she sits at home and study, I go out and party hard. You get what I mean.

All of a sudden there is a knock on the door.

"Hey doofuses, get out of the washroom."

And that will be my loving brother. Note the sarcasm there. Reece. He is one year older than us but he is still in the same year as us. He failed one year on purpose so that he could be with us and so that he can protect us from guys.

He is a jock and he is very tall. Like 6ft 3inch tall. He is the only guy who is tall in our school. That's probably why none of the guys asked neither my sister nor me. Actually, only my sister has never been asked out or ever got a bf. My brother knows not to mess with my love life not that I loved anyone. I brushed my hair and straightened it.

 I did my usual makeup which involved Smokey eye with a thick layer of mascara and red lipstick. I don't like to cake my face with makeup like Morgan. Morgan, the queen bitch of our school. Even though she hates my guts she still likes to mess with me. She knows not to mess with my sister, cause if she does she knows she is done for.

I go to the closet and pick out my regular clothes, which is a grey tank top, my favorite leather jacket, and black ripped jeans. I finished the look with my black leather high heels. It had this silver spikes on the back and a zip on the inside of the shoes. 

I put on some silver jean chain and my mom's silver heart necklace. Inside the locket was my mom's and twin's picture. My sister has the same except with the picture of me and my mom. 

Even though we are twins we look nothing alike. While she got blonde hair, I am a brunette, but I colored the tips of my hair platinum blonde. She has a fair skin tone, while I have a tanned skin tone. She didn't have tattoos, I do. We both have done piercings. While she is thin I am curvy. She is short and I am tall.

I got out of the closet and asked her if she was ready, she replied with a yes. I walked out of our room with her following behind. I took an apple from the fruit basket and took my bike keys from the key holder. I said bye to my brother and my sister and started my beauty. It was a sleek black bike with my name printed in white. As my bike purred down the street, I felt the wind hit my face and whip my hair in the back. I pass through all the red lights and reach the school's parking lot. As I am about to park my bike in my usual spot, another car comes quickly, and smoothly parks the car in my spot. MY SPOT! How dare he.

Does he have a death wish? Everyone stops whatever they are doing and stares at me and the guy who is coming out of his car. More people climb out of the car not noticing my glare. I cut the engine and climb out of my baby and slowly walk over to them. 

They slowly notice me coming towards them and all the guys smirk at me except the guy who came out of the driver's side. I quickly assess him over and I come to an understanding that he must be the leader of the group. He has a blank expression on his face but his eyes look at me in a confused and amused manner. When I am right in front of the guy I glare up at him.

"Hey get your fucking car out of my spot," I yell at him.

"What are u gonna do if I won't," he asks tauntingly, making everyone gasp.

"Oh, you don't want to know."

"I do. what are you gonna do if I don't move my car?"

I walk over to the driver's side and punch the window. All his friends gasp when they saw what I did. The glass shattered into a million pieces everywhere. I then put my hand inside put the car in reverse mode and pushed the car out of my slot. I took my bike and parked it in the place where the car used to sit. All the while his friends just gaped at me. everyone else stared at me with awe or fear. there were some pervs who stared at me with lust but I didn't care about anyone other than him.

OK I don't do cliffhangers but it might come now and then.

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