My tik toker (Jordan Powell)

Chapter 1

"FUCK!" I hear from upstairs. My eyes close in pain as the hot smoke blows out my mouth. Fucking bastards.

A few minutes later, the sound of a throat clearing makes my head turn towards the stairs. There stands my 18 year old blonde haired, hazel eyed brother. Vincent hacker. Also known as famous influencer vinnie hacker.

"Hey Nevaeh." He smugly says. I narrow my eyes at him and take the rolled up joint from my mouth.

"If you're gonna fuck your girlfriend can you at least be mindful that your sister is downstairs?"

"Sorry Vae." My best friend says, peeking her head from behind her 6'0 boyfriend. Isabella Rose Parker. A 4'11 child compared to vin. Her cheeks are flushed and her brunette hair is wild. "We weren't too loud were we?"

"Besides the fact that half of America can hear you guys, no. You weren't too loud." I sarcastically reply. Her brown eyes dance with mischief as she walks over to me.

"We really are sorry."

"Speak for yourself!" Vinnie yells from the kitchen. "I'd do it again!"

I squint at her, noticing how her lips slightly curl up. My frown instantly turns into a smile. "What? I said I was sorry."

"No you aren't." She immediately shakes her head. This girl-

"You're right. I'm not sorry. He's fucking amazing in bed." She dramatically sighs and falls into my arms. I scrunch my nose up in disgust.

"Ew. I don't wanna know that bells." She smirks at me from my lap and I move her hair from her face. "I love you okay," I cup her face with both hands and playfully glare at her. "But I don't wanna know how my brother is in bed."

She hums in amusement as I place a soft kiss on her forehead. "Hey hey hey!" Our eyes turn towards my brother who huffs.

"What's wrong vin? Don't worry I'll give her back when I'm done." He shakes his head with a pout.

"No. Nuh uh." He whines holding his arms out. Isabella glances at me before shrugging and rolling off my lap. As soon as she reaches my brother, he wraps his around her. "Bitch."

"Dick."

"Isabella." Vinnie looks down at her in confusion. "Sorry. I just wanted to be included."

"As you should."

********

I hate my brother. First he forces me to make a tik tok. Something about famous influencers posting everyday is a good thing? Then he forces me to go school but not before making out with Isabella in front of me. Disgust.
That's the only word to explain the emotion I felt seeing that.

So that brings me here. Glaring silently at the back of some poor kids head sitting in front of me on the bus. I think he turned around once and I cracked my knuckles. He took the hint and turned around without hesitation. Good kid.

I'm broken from my glaring problem when Isa slaps the back of my head. I look at her with a What the fuck expression. "You're scaring him!" She whisper shouts. I turn towards the guy again to see him gulp in fear.

"Shit." I carefully tap his shoulder and he slightly jumps. "Hey kid." He slowly looks at me in fear. "Sorry. I'm a cancer. And a slytherin." His shoulders relax in relief.

"That explains a lot then." He agrees. My eyebrow raises in warning and Isabella scowls at him.

"Wanna repeat that?" No answer, just a shake of his head. "Good. Then turn the fuck around." He does so before I even finish the sentence.

A few minutes later, the familiar high school comes into view. Alta loma high school. Or as I like to call it, hell.

As soon as the bus stops, people are fighting to get outside. Isabella rolls her eyes at the chaos and we push through the crowd of annoying teens.

"I hate it here." I mumble to Isa as when we finally get out. She breathes out a chuckle and my grip tightens on my backpack. My eyes sweep across campus in annoyance. I hate humans.

Isabella grabs my hand and starts dragging me through the horde. Why the fuck does school exist? I'm switching back to online.

Everything inside me suddenly freezes when my eyes meet the darkest brown ones I've ever seen. He's leaning against the railing on the stairs. He stares back at me with curious eyes and mine trail down his body.

Oh his dick is big. I KNOW its big.

Those tattoos...The piercing. Everything about this guy is perfect. His hair is black and his lips are full. He's about 6'0? I can't really tell. But from what I can see he's a fucking God.

That guy can rail me wheelchair and all.

But...All jokes aside he's beautiful. Maybe not Harry Styles beautiful but beautiful.

We don't stop staring at each other when I walk past him. I see him bite his lip and God give me mercy that was hot. It isn't until I hear the sound of my best friends voice that I look away.

"Hey." I look at her as we walk inside and she slightly frowns. "You okay?"

"Yeah of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask with a small smile. She eyes me suspiciously for a second before shrugging and continuing to drag me.

*******

My teacher doesn't bother saying good morning to any of us when he walks in with a coffee in his hand. He sighs softly and turns towards all of us, his back leaning in the desk with his eyes gazing at the floor. Oh this should be good.

"Which one of you did it?" He calmly asks. Everyone's eyes instantly turn to the student in the back with a small smirk and a raised hand.

That student would be me.

He shakes his head with a clenched jaw. "Of course it was you. Nevaeh Fucking Hacker."

"The one and only." I proudly say, dropping my hand. He crosses his arms.

"You wanna tell them or should I?" He asks. As if on cue, 3 guys walk in with blank faces. She called the fucking police.

"What is there to tell?" I retort. My eyes land on the gun on the cops hip. Fuck cops.

"So you weren't the one who spilled coffee on the substitute teacher yesterday?"

"Oh no yeah that was totally me. What'd the bitch do, say I assaulted her?" Mr. Brown narrows his eyes at me.

"Yes." He snaps. I huff in annoyance.

"That sounds like a her problem." One of the cops looks at me with cold eyes. And I do the same thing. If a fucking prissy cop can scare me then I'm a bitch.

"Why'd you do it? Please hurry up so I can start my class." I shrug.

"I don't like bitches who talk to me like I'm a piece of shit." I say. "She's lucky I didn't fucking drag her outside and-"

"That's enough Nevaeh thank you. Detention." He nods to the cops, who just nod back and walk away.

As soon as the door shuts a smile makes it's way onto James' face. He shakes his head and chuckles softly. "I know. I'm amazing."

"Nevaeh one of these days you're gonna get expelled." He says. "Good morning class, how was your weekend?"

******

When the bell rings, I stand up and gather all belongings. I think Isabella should be here. I smile at my teacher as I walk past him and into the hall.

"Hey bitch!" I hear from my right side. I shake my head with a small smirk, knowing how my bestfriend works.

"How was Ms. Gonzalez?" She groans and throws her head back as we walk to our next class. "Damn. That bad?"

"Yes oh my God. She fucking called me out in front of the entire class!" I hum in acknowledgment.

"As she should-" I wince when I feel bells cold glare "nt. You didn't let me finish as she shouldn't."

"Yeah okay."