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  One.

  Two

  Three.

  Four.

  Five.

  Six.

  Seven.

  Eight.

  Nine.

  Ten.

  Eleven.

  Twelve.

  Thirteen.

  Fourteen.

  Fifteen.

  Sixteen.

  Seventeen.

  Eighteen.

  Nineteen.

  Twenty.

  Twenty-one

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-three

  Twenty – Four

  Twenty – Five

  Twenty – Six

  Twenty – Seven

  Twenty – Eight

  Twenty – Nine

  Thirty

  Epilogue

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  Copyright © 2022 Georgia Plumb All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

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  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United Kingdom

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  One.

  The reflection in the bedroom mirror made me want to puke.

  I’ve never seen such disgusting school uniform before.

  The plaid green skirt was so miniscule, it was making me blush. All it needed was a strong wind and everyone would see my ass.

  Trying to ignore the length, I smooth down the material of the barely there skirt and rearrange my white shirt.

  Today was going to be hell, I could just tell.

  The uniform was bad enough but going to a brand new school was going to be a stress induced day.

  My mother must have thought my life was boring, so she decided to add some spice to it, much to my displeasure. Putting our little two bed cottage in the country up for sale, she hoofed us clear across the country and bought an apartment in the city.

  I knew why she had moved us really. A bad break up with my latest step daddy has warranted this whole new start.

  This isn’t the first time she packed us up and run away.

  When I was younger, I usually found it easier to adapt to being shipped around. But now I’m older, I hold a lot more resentment over it.

  Countless times I’ve had to start again in a new school, trying and failing to make new friends.

  It wasn’t easy being the new student who didn’t fit in, but in the little village schools, it didn’t take long for everyone to get bored and settle. I get the feeling though, that the same rules didn’t apply here.

  I was starting Valley view prep today, a big city school.

  With well over a thousand students, I was in unknown territory.

  Hopefully, there was so many students, I would easily end up invisible and just get through my last school year intact.

  Grabbing my brush off the dresser, I spend a little extra time straightening out my waist length brown hair, putting a little more effort than usual into my looks. Normally I wouldn’t bother, but if my plan of blending in didn’t work, I didn’t want to give the catty bitches I assume are at this school, any ammunition.

  Applying a little mascara and lip-gloss, I give myself the once over, checking everything was in place.

  Cursing my tiny height of 5ft2, I grab my new school shoes hoping they give me a little more height. Seeing the two-inch court heels, I give them a sneer of disproval before slipping them on my feet. It doesn’t do much, but it makes me look a little less short and vulnerable.

  I inherited my height from my mum, and she never reached over 5ft4, so I didn’t have high hopes of growing much more. But whereas she had a tiny frame, I had a big bust and an even bigger ass, looking back at the thing, I curse it for drawing attention to me.

  Every school I’d been at, it had been noticed. Even with the longer skirts and baggy trousers I was able to wear. Having this tiny little skirt on was only going to make things worse.

  Heaving out a frustrated breath, I give up on my appearance and grab my backpack from the floor before slinging it on my shoulder, might as well get this over and done with.

  I’d pleaded with my mum for weeks to let me be homeschooled. After visiting Valley View shortly after we arrived, I’d almost thrown up when I saw how big and intimidating it was. I’d even gone as far as trying to ditch the new uniform, knowing she couldn’t afford anymore.

  After finding where I’d stashed it, she gave me an ultimatum, either I got over it and went to school, or she would confiscate my car. I immediately gave in, cursing that she knew my weakness.

  My car was my pride and joy. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was my baby, and she knew I wouldn’t give her up. The 1966 Chevvy Impala was given to me by my grandad on my 17th birthday. Many summer days were spent in his garage working on it, he taught me everything I needed to know about cars. Not having any grandsons, he gave up trying to keep me away when I kept sneaking in to sit in it.

  After he died on my 15th birthday, I was devastated. He was the closest person in my life, and cancer had ripped him away from me. Even after he had gone, I went over almost every evening after school and worked on the Chevvy. Even when mum moved us around, I always found a way to go back and see the old car, it made it feel like he was still with me. Receiving the letter on my 17th that he had left for me broke me wide open. He’d left me the car and had written words that would stick with me for the rest of my life.

  For mum to even try and take it away from me was a low blow. It was currently why I was actively ignoring her.

  Walking to the kitchen, I pull at the stupid skirt, trying to get it to grow another four inches. Grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl, I give my mother a wide birth as she sits at the small table lining the window. “Not even a goodbye?” she says smiling over the rim of her cup. It may be childish of me, but I don’t even spare her a glance, not only did she uproot my life yet again, but she tried to take away the only thing I ever cared about in an attempt to blackmail me.

  “Well, I hope you have a great first day” she says as I walk towards the door. Yeah, I’m sure it will be the best day of my life.

  I know my mum didn’t move us again to hurt me, but she just doesn’t seem to think through any decisions she makes, as if they don’t affect me. Countless times, she starts dating some new lowlife, and every time, it ends in disaster.

  This last one was particularly bad. After dating him for almost a year, she found out he was a local drug runner for some piece of scum. I tried to tell her he was bad news, but it fell on deaf ears. He wasn’t the worst one though, and I d
oubt he will be the last.

  All I can hope is that she sticks with her promise, no more moving until I’m done with school. After that, who knows where we will end up next.

  Turning the key in the door, I open my car and sink into the familiar plush seats. Letting out a bit of tension I’m holding on to, I turn the key and smile when my baby purrs to life.

  Giving a little gas to piss off the neighbors with her throaty gurgle, I start backing out our spot and make my way onto the street. Knowing I get to drive myself to and from school every day was the only thing I was looking forward to in this god forsaken city.

  It unfortunately only takes around twenty minutes to pull up at the student parking lot, not long enough to be ready for this shit again. Seeing the mill of students flowing around the carpark isn’t helping my resolve to get out the car and get this over with. Many pairs of eyes stop and eye up my car as I turn it off. She does stick out, I will admit. Parked amongst the flashy porches and mercs, I get the feeling I’m going to stick out just as much.

  As I open the door and leave the safety of my car, I hear the sweetest purr of a nicely tuned engine pull into the lot. Swinging my head around, I almost salivate right there when mean looking Boss 429 strolls in and parks up.

  Damn that’s a sweet looking car. At least I’m not the only one here not in a fancy pants saloon.

  Still staring at the car, I’m suddenly taken aback when I notice the guy getting out the driver’s side. My heart instantly slams into my chest at the sight of him.

  Long tanned arms brace on the door as he shuts it and turns the key to lock up. I lick my lips at the tattoos winding their way around muscular forearms and biceps. Traveling my way up, I almost weep when I see sexy dark hair framing an even sexier face. He’s all strong jaw bones and lush plump lips. What the most striking thing is though, are his eyes, even from here I can see the deep blue color to them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a strikingly good-looking guy.

  No one has even given me such a reaction before.

  Normally all I get is leud comments on my ass and suggestions to take it for a ride. As if that’s going to get a girl going. But this guy, he’s pulled more of a reaction out of me than I’ve ever experienced, and all he did was pull up in his car, a beautiful car none the less.

  Maybe that’s why I find him so attractive, he’s the first guy I’ve met who doesn’t drive a prissy car, where the only thing they know about it Is what is in the brochure.

  Yes, that must be it.

  Watching him walk up the steps to the school entrance, I’m struck with the feeling that the car isn’t just the reason I’m drawn to him. Something tells me I might finally be having my first crush, and it terrifies the living daylights out of me.

  Two

  When I finally pull myself together, I make my way to the office to get my schedule. Seeing I’m twenty minutes late to my first class, I grab out the map the receptionist gave me, and steadily walk my way to my first lesson, history. Yawn.

  Taking a deep breath, I knock on the classroom door before opening it and walking in. All eyes descend on me as I enter, but one I notice more than all the others. A shocking pair of blue eyes stare right back at me as I fumble with the letter I have to give to the teacher.

  Hearing someone say something, I snap out of the staring contest I have with Mr. hottie and turn my eyes to the teacher. Clumsily giving him the letter the receptionist gave me, I try to keep my eyes off everyone staring in my direction. “Ah, so you are my new student. Welcome to Valley view. Everyone, this is Sara Collins, she’s starting with us today. Would you like to tell us a little about yourself Sara?” Not really.

  Seeing his expectant eyes waiting for me to answer, I turn to the class and do my best to avoid the piercing blues staring at me. “Erm, hey” I say with an awkward little wave “I’m Sara, I just moved here from a little town in Colorado” I say with a shaky voice.

  All eyes look majorly bored while I talk, my dream of being invisible may actually work if they aren’t interested in what I have to say “And what brings you to Salt Lake City?” the teacher pipes up.

  My mum is a serial dater and picks the shittyest men.

  “My mum just got a job over here and fancied and change” I lie. No way am I telling anyone the real reason, it would make me a laughingstock.

  Clearly happy with my fake response, he dismisses me to the only free chair in the room, which just as my bad luck has it, is right in front of blue eyes.

  Keeping my eyes downcast, I make my way over to the chair without so much as looking in his direction. He may be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t mean I want to do anything about it. I’ve seen my mum in her fair share of crappy relationships, it’s not something I want to get myself involved in, and he looks like he would be trouble with a capital T.

  Pulling out my notebook, I do everything I can to try and not show how affected I am that he’s right behind me. I can feel his eyes on my back and it’s making me very nervous. I don’t know why I’m so affected by him, apart from one little fling I had last year, I’ve never really given any guy my time. I only tried it to see if I was missing out on anything. I really wasn’t.

  The guy was one of the douchey jock types, he’d been hinting at taking me out for months, but I hadn’t ever given in to it. But one night I got dragged to a party by some friends at my previous school. I ended up having a little too much to drink, and stupidly agreed to go out on a date with him when he cornered my drunk ass.

  Holding me to my word, we went to the drive-in movie theatre that week, after telling him no for the fourth time when he tried feeling me up, he soon got bored. I still don’t understand why he wanted to go out with me in the first place, everyone called me the ice queen for a reason.

  After our nightmare date, he decided it was much more fun to bully and tease me. He told everyone he got me on my back and that I was an easy lay. After that, the guys were gross, constantly asking if it was their turn and if I charged for my services. It never really bothered me, as I know none of it was true. I knew I wouldn’t be there long anyway, mum had started having problems with her boyfriend at the time, so it was only a matter of time before we packed up and shipped out.

  The people who were supposed to be my friends hurt worse. They joined in with the rumors and picked on me, that’s why I choose to be a lone wolf. No one can hurt you if you don’t let them get close.

  Hearing the bell go, I’m shocked to find the class is already done, I must have been daydreaming for all of it. The notebook I got out is completely bare. Crap. This guy is going to be a major distraction sitting behind me. I need to get a hold of myself.

  Hearing him get up, I continue packing up my bag as he moves past my desk. All that goes to shit when I look up and see him strolling down the aisle in those school pants.

  Jesus. He’s got a sexy ass as well as a nice face.

  I’m so screwed.

  Walking into the cafeteria at lunch, I’m struck by how the big this school actually is. The hall is almost as big as a football pitch, lined with tables full of students.

  Trying not to let it overwhelm me, I get in the line and grab a tray for my lunch.

  Other than the weirdness that was my history class, I hadn’t had any issues settling into my second class. I was glad to find I didn’t share English with him, so I was able to actually listen to the teacher and take notes. It seems its only when I’m around him that I turn into an air head.

  Getting to the head of the queue, I do a double take at all the options laid out in front of me. At my old school, it was mostly burgers or pizza, but here, it’s all salads, pasta, sushi - healthier options.

  What the actual fuck. Where’s the chips and cake.

  Rolling my eyes, I grab some okay looking pasta dish and move to the closest table I can find without looking around.

  Sitting by myself should suck, but I usually prefer it. I kind of need some time to process everything that’s happened th
is morning, so I welcome the loneliness and tuck into my pasta, which isn’t actually too bad.

  Almost choking on my food when a tray lands next to me, I look up to see a pretty blonde sitting in the seat next to mine. Slowly chewing the mouthful that almost killed me, I give her curious eyes. Why is she sitting here?

  “Hi, I’m Angie” she says thrusting her hand in my direction. I take it suspiciously giving it a small shake. “You’re Sara, right?” she asks opening her soda. Giving her a small nod, I still try to decipher why she’s here, talking to me. “You don’t talk much” she says giving me a small smile.

  She doesn’t seem like a nasty person, but then my intuition has been wrong before.

  “I’m just wondering why you would want to sit with me”

  Jeeze I sound like a bitch “That wasn’t meant to sound so bitchy” I add.

  “I totally get it, but I just thought with you being new, you could do with a friend in this jungle” she says smiling.

  She’s not wrong. As much as I want to be invisible here, it wouldn’t hurt to have at least one person in my corner if everything went to shit. I just hope this isn’t history repeating itself. “I’m sorry, I just had a bad experience with so called friends in my last school. I didn’t mean to be rude” I’m not a nasty person, and she seems nice, so I’ll just have to trust that my judgment isn’t way off.

  “I only moved here last year, so I totally get it, girls can be mean bitches” she says angrily stabbing her fork into her lunch. Seems someone else has been burned before. At least we have that in common.