Grey Hayden didn't fit into any specific category. She was girly, geeky, sporty, rebellious, studious, and... Average. She was just Grey. The things that made her special were things that'd go unnoticed by the naked eye. You'd have to really see her in order to see who she was. Luckily, she had four people who'd done just that. Four friends that were more like siblings. Except for one. Jackson was always a friend, a good one, but there were subconscious feelings that just didn't allow for him to be referred to as a brother. They were never acted upon, for the simple reason that he was out of her league. He was a beautiful bad boy, and she was a simple, tolerable girl. But, he didn't see a simple girl. He saw so much more.
When the feelings finally make their way out into the open, Grey's opportunity to run, like she always wanted, was too tempting to pass up. So, they ran. Or, drove, really. They packed a few things and drove. They drove across the country to the Big Apple, where they try to establish a place to call home.
"Eva!" My Brother slams the car door shut, storming over to where we sit. I roll my eyes, not wanting to deal with him.
"Go home Nick." I tell him, picking up another can of beer.
"Get in the car!" He spits at me.
"No!" I yell. "I'm fine. You can't tell me what to do!"
"I swear Eva, you are out of control!" Nick finishes. "And something has to change."
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Eva was always one to follow the rules, the poster child for good behavior. She lives with her brother, and never gave him any trouble.
After a traumatic event, Eva spirals out of control. She falls in with the wrong crowd, and couldn't care less about her future.
Eventually, her brother can't take it. So he decides to do something about it.
Moving halfway across the country, to a town full of strangers, should do something, right?
Eva doesn't think so. But maybe it's for the best.
After all. Her brother says she's dangerous.