Fight Me, With Fists Not Words

Chapter 1

The wind flowing through my hair. The quiet hum of the engine. I never liked helmets, you don't get the air in your hair then. I never really liked any rules I guess, never have and still don't. I stopped outside a big house, it looked like a mansion.  A long driveway up to a two story house, big topiary trees in the front leading to the front door where there was a big oak door. The house was a baby blue with white trim. I drove up the driveway parking in front of the attached five car garage. I threw my kickstand down and hopped off my bike. I walked up the big stone steps to the front door. A strong flower smell came from the house. I let out a deep sigh before grabbing the big knocker and banging it on the door three times. After a few seconds the door opened, in the doorway stood a tall gentleman. He wore a black suit and offered a very inviting kind smile. 

"Ah Miss Evans" His smile grew a bit as he opened the door for me letting me step in "I was told to expect you about this time. I'm Wallace, the butler around the Vanice residence"

"Butler?" I questioned taking a step inside cocking an eyebrow. The house looked just as big on the inside, big pillars stood in the entryway. To the right of the entry way was a big brown leather couch and enormous television. 

"Yes Miss" He nodded happily closing the door behind me "Mrs. Vanice will  be home in a few hours, is there anything I can get you in the mean time?"

"Of course she is" I roll my eyes kicking off my dirty black converse and setting my backpack beside my shoes. "And Mr. Vanice?"

"Oh he passed away three years ago" Wallace answered a little sorrow in his voice

I heard footsteps come trucking through the house, followed by loud excited screams. I watch three teenage boys come running into the living room holding nerf guns all stop when they see me. The first boy was average height, little toned, tan, with dirty blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes. The second boy was a bit taller than me, quite tan and very muscular, with fluffy brown curly hair and brown eyes. He held a smirk on his face making me think he's the Vanice son. The last boy was fairly tall with blonde hair, the most muscular or the three, his blue eyes just pierce into my soul with a scowl that could scare anyone away. The second boy steps forward crossing his arms.

"You must be Jennifer?" He looks me up and down cocking an eyebrow

"It's Jenny" I replied crossing my arms 

"Peter" Wallace said in a warning tone "Jenny, this is Peter Vanice, Troy Keeler and Ben Walkman" He gestures to Peter being the second guy the brown haired one. The first guy, Troy just looks at me and Ben the last guy just glares at me. I just roll my eyes

"Where's my stuff?" I ask to no one in particular

"In your bedroom" Wallace answers "I'll show you"

I just nod and walk past the boys and follow Wallace towards the staircase. The second I'm out of the room the boys start talking. 

"Don't mind them" Wallace says as we walk up the stairs revealing a hallway or doors "This is your room" He opens a door to a big bedroom with a four poster bed, a big window looking to the pool in the backyard. "This is your closet and your own bathroom" Wallace opens two doors in the room revealing a big bathroom with a jet tub and a shower along with other basic amenities. The closet is enormous, makes me feel small. My boxes sit in the corner of the closet. My few boxes. "I'll let you get settled in. Let me know if you need anything at all. Just ring the bell" He points to a button on the wall

"You answer to a bell?" I furrow my brows and shake my head "She's still the same bitch she used to be"

"You do not speak highly of Mrs. Vanice" Wallace speaks walking to the door "Why is that?"