Prologue
The soon to be 16 year old sophomore Amy Juergens-McMillian is a beautiful young girl who has a passion for music and fashion. Amy, her twin sister Angela, and younger sister Ashley were all adopted by a multi-billionaire family- The McMillians, when Amy and Angela were seven years old. The girls' mother Anne, was extremely personable, loving and compassionate. Unfortunately, Anne lost her life at the hands of her now deceased husband George while Amy and her sisters were in the house. George Juergens- was a manipulative, evil, vindictive man whose favorite past times were gambling, drinking, and beating the hell out of his wife and children. When the McMillians adopted Amy and her two sisters, they treated them like their family although, the McMillians had ten biological children of their own. The entire McMillian family had previously moved from Miami, FL to Valley Glen, CA due to Mr. McMillian being reassigned with the military.
At her previous school in Miami, Amy was infamously known as the "horn girl" because she played the French Horn since she was in the second grade. Due to her extreme talent, some social networking and high marks in school, Amy and one of her adoptive sisters attended a prestigious band camp for the school they were attending in the fall with the rest of her siblings.
On the other hand, the soon to be junior Ricky Underwood was an extremely handsome, young man whose passions consisted of music, school, and being with as many girls as possible. Ricky Underwood has been in and out of foster homes. Six years ago, Ricky was adopted by his current foster parents-Margaret and Sanjay Shakur. Ricky's biological parents especially his father, was the most disgusting and fowl human being known to man. Bob Underwood-an extreme narcissist, sadistic bastard who thought beating the hell out of his wife and sexually abusing his son was the best way to show him how to be a man. Ricky's mother Nora- was a battered drunk who tried to defend her son. Nora became overwhelmed with the abuse so she turned to drugs and alcohol to escape the pain. Ricky's foster family recently purchased a house, that will later be discovered to be a few blocks away from Amy and her family.
Ricky is the resident "bad boy", player who is awesome on the drums but leaves broken hearted girls in his wake. He doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself and his foster family and his foster siblings. He uses sex to mask the pain he felt when his father taught him a lesson. Ricky believes that having sexual relations with as many women makes him a man. There are times when he feels ashamed of his behavior but then something comes along to bring back the pain. Ricky despises being in situations that he can't control. Having sex makes Ricky feels like his is in control, but Ricky is really looking for someone who will love him unconditionally that he can love in return. Then Ricky meets Amy the new girl at band camp, can she make him change his player ways or will he be to scared to admit his true feelings? When Amy decides to beat the player at his own game will she be able to resist him or will she be to stubborn to allow love to enter her heart?
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Ricky POV
It was the first week of my third year at band camp. I have been going to band camp since my freshmen year. I was looking forward to meeting some fresh meat. I was the resident "bad boy" womanizing player, a soon to be junior in high school and one of the best drummers in the band. I always seem to get any girl I want to fall for me but I run away at the thought of any type of commitment. I hate to talk and definitely hate to cuddle after having indiscriminate sex , therefore I leave the moment the sex is over. I have plenty of girls throwing themselves at me and I rarely return to the same girl, I am notorious for having one night stands. Once they become clingy and needy, I cut ties with them and I have never expressed any real feelings toward them. The girls that I often get with don't mind getting played or hurt. Girls are just conquests for me. Often times, I feel disgusted, ashamed, damaged and broken when I have indiscriminate sex with multiple girls. I blame it on my abusive past and the fact that I love sex although, my therapist thinks differently.
My attention was suddenly drawn to two particular girls that were standing in line trying to get some lunch and laughing. I had never saw them before so I knew they were new to the band and possibly my high school. I had my signature smirk on my face when I took in the new girls. Both of the girls was absolutely gorgeous but there was one who had long, wavy, silky brunette hair, full plush, soft lips, hazel eyes - with a fleck of gold which sparkled in the light and the looked mysterious and sweet. They were the type of eyes a person could stare at for an eternity. She also had nice, sizeable, plump juicy melons for breasts and extremely curvy hips that reminded me of J-Lo. She had what some would call an hour glass figure. The thing that drove me crazy was her sun-tanned legs which seemed to go on for miles. I imagined them long legs wrapped around my waist while I slammed into her warm cave. He was a hormonal teenage guy what do you expect. The other girl was African American with a mixture of something else in her heritage but he couldn't quite place. She was extremely tall, taller then him even. She had dark, brownish-black ,curly hair, green eyes-almost emerald colored. She was significantly curvy with supple looking breasts and a well endowed butt and thick thighs that he would love to grab onto while he sucked on her breasts. She was just as gorgeous as her friend but what he truly liked was her deep, dimpled smile. Hell, I didn't discriminate when in came to the race of an attractive girl although, I preferred brunettes.
They both looked like the type of girls that I wouldn't normally fall for. They were what one would classify as the girls next door. I liked a challenge and I knew that getting with one or both of them would be a challenge for me. I glanced at the two new girls in line and knew that I wanted the brunette. I also noticed that the old girls I was with were sending both girls evil glares. This was going to be fun. I had the infamous smirk on my face as I thought about the summer that I was about to have.
Amy POV
My adoptive sister Shaunte and I was invited to this prestigious band camp in San Diego which is about three and half hours from the new city we just moved to Valley Glen, CA. Shaunte and I walked into the cafeteria at band camp. I grabbed a tray and plate and begin to load my plate with some food. Shaunte leaned over and whispered "Resident, bad boy player" alert at 2'o clock. " When I finish grabbing my lunch, Shaunte and I walked to an available table and laughed while walking past the playboy, player Shaunte was referring to. I sat with my back to him and Shaunte sat in front of me.
"What's Mr. Casanova like?" I asked my sister curiously.
Shaunte smiled and said," He's about 6' or 6'1 with thick, brown, hair that's neatly maintained." Shaunte took a bite of her lunch while continuing to tell me about the "bad boy". "He looks about 16 or 17 and he has deep, dark chocolate eyes which someone could get lost in. He may be Jewish but I'm not really sure, he is a massive jerk that only thinks about himself, he is extremely attractive and he knows it. He has women falling at his feet with that charming smirk he has on his face, he has a dimpled smile and he has indiscriminate sex as a way to deal with the pain of his past and finally, he looks like the type that refuses to take responsibility for his own actions and maybe like to play the victim role. He definitely likes to play with emotions of girls' and he has left a trail of broken hearts in his wake," Shaunte said as she continued her lunch while discretely telling me about the legendary "bad boy". "Plus, I think he is on the drum line so he thinks he is the best thing ever to hit the field, his name is Ricky and he goes to the same therapist as you, Angela, and Ashley," Shaunte continued flashing her dimpled smile.
"How do you know that and is there any thing else about him?" I asked with the quirk of an eyebrow.
"I saw him coming out of the therapist office one day and I didn't tell you because I didn't think it was relevant and it wasn't my business because I didn't think I would ever run into him again besides he doesn't know that I know he goes there and I would like to keep it like that and he has been starring at the back of your head for the last ten minutes," she explained without missing a beat. " Heads up he just threw his trash away and he's headed this way," Shaunte said while continuing her lunch.
"How can you eat so much and not gain any weight?" I asked my sister while quickly changing the subject from the "bad boy, drummer."
"It's a gift, high metabolism and strenuous physical fitness activities, and blah, blah, blah," she returned just as quickly.
I laughed at her crazy statements just as the resident "bad boy" approached our table.
"Hey ladies," he said with a sexy voice.
Ricky POV
I watched the two new girls walk past me, sit down and eat their lunch. They seem like they were having a good time eating the camp food. They were laughing and I wish I could see the brunette's face. I bet she had a sexy smile. One of my previous hook ups Amber or Amanda, to tell you the truth I don't even remember her name, but she had auburn hair and has slim and curvy hips. She wasn't as curvy as the new brunette but she would do. She was extremely perky and her voice was excessively high and it made me cringe. At this point though, I hadn't had sex in almost three and half weeks and I was desperate. I was on a dry spell from my last few weeks of sophomore year, since I finally ended my off again, on again "thing" with Adrian Lee. I thought I really cared about her but then I realized that we had a destructive relationship but I will admit that sex with her was great, although, I felt like something that was missing from our intimate relationship with one another. In addition, we constantly cheated on one another, now I don't know much about love but I know that is not how it should be if you love someone.
"Hey Ricky, I haven't seen you in a while and I was wondering if you want to have some fun," she said seductively. "Here is my number in case you forgot and just text or call when you are ready to have me again," she continued as she slipped the piece of paper on the table and walked away. I watched her sway her hips with a smirk on my face. I grabbed the paper and looked at the information- her name is Amanda.
I got up to throw my trash away and turned my attention back to the new girls. They were still laughing about something when I decided to walk to their table.
"Hey ladies," I said in my voice that lead to my current reputation with the women, with my famous smirk on my face.
