You Will Never Understand

Chapter one

I woke up to the sound of pots and pans rummaging downstairs. I knew that means Max is awake. Max is my sister, well not technically, I moved in with after my parents died. She is one of my only friends I have left. When you have a loved one die that you are very close to, it changes you, and only so many people can handle that. The thing about Max is that she changed with me. She made sure I did not go through any of this pain alone.

"Jayden Alise Rivers, get your ass down here!" I heard her yell up the stairs. Of course, she had to use my full name. "I have food so if you are hungry you better fucking get out of bed." If you can't tell, she has a serious case of a potty mouth.

"Maxine Reid Hansan, I will fucking come down when I want to," I yelled back at her. This is our morning routine, mainly because I can't cook to save my life and I sleep heavier than the weights a professional bodybuilder uses.

I ran downstairs and sat at the table of our decent-sized home. We are able to afford a half-ass, nice place because we both work as bartenders, illegally, so we can pay rent. Max's parents kicked her out of the house about the same time my parents died because she was getting into too much trouble. As in skipping curfew and she got caught vandalizing. I wonder how proud they would be knowing she illegally gave out beer to middle-aged perves who wanted nothing more than to grope her. If I was her parent I would be so proud.

Before I even got a chance to tell her good morning, our door swung open, revealing the one and only Xavier and Vincent. I gave Max the, "omg it's way too early" look and she laughed. She leaned over and said, "Remind me why we gave them a key." I laughed at her comment before taking a handful of cherries.

"Are you two talking about how hot I am," Xavier said. Vincent and I are pretty close, but Xavier is by far my guy best friend. We became friends when he was assigned as my lab partner in chemistry during my sophomore year and then became my long-term dance partner for our high school's dance team. Since then we have been inseparable.

Max and I have been friends for 16 years. We met when we were at daycare at age two. I'm not sure how we managed to stay friends for that long, but we did. I met Vincent in dance, but I became friends with him through Max after they were assigned as dance partners.

Us four are pretty well known in our school, but not for good reasons. We actually have a name for our "group," the fucked up four. The rich kids hate us with every single bone in their bodies and the poor kids look up to us because we don't take shit. All the adults in our town hate us, doesn't matter if they are rich or poor.

"No Xavier, we are not. Actually, we didn't have a chance to have even one conversation before you dickheads came through our door," Max replied to Xavier in a very sarcastic tone. Xavier and Vincent rolled their eyes at us.

"Don't act like your sad that we came. We're the life of the party," Vincent said. He isn't wrong. We love having them over because they really are fun.

" To change the subject, how the hell are you two already dressed? I just fucking woke up," I asked.

"It's because we don't sleep till 30 minutes before school starts," Xavier replied. I just glared at him as he laughed. I finally ended up breaking out into laughter with him. The thing with Xavier is that it is almost impossible to stay mad at him. He's just one of those people that can easily win you over, that's why we use him to get us out of trouble. Well him or me. I'm very good with words.  

I got my badass reputation in 8th grade after I got into a debate in class with my teacher. By the way, I won. I am a very opinionated person, and that comes in handy when someone tries to be a bitch to me, but it tends to get me into trouble. Anyway, the teacher had tried to send me to the office because I was wearing a spaghetti-strapped tank top. I told her that I was not going to the office for that and she got mad about that. I ended up going around the room after she told me I looked like a whore, and asked every guy in there if they wanted to fuck me because my shoulders were showing. Of course, the answer was no. My teacher got very angry and I ended up getting suspended, but my teacher ended up fired for calling me a whore and using other cuss words in from of the class. After that, nobody messed with me.