What do you crave the most? What would you do to get it?

Chapter 1

"Charlie I'm sorry" I cried tears glittering in my eyes.

He wouldn't look at me or touch me just stared out the window. "Just quit pretending"

"I'm not I-"

"Love you" He finished my sentence and looked at me then, his face full of hatred for me.

"I do, I do" I reached for him.

He grabbed me by the arm dragging me to the front door and throwing me outside making me fly down the porch steps into the grass. "Stay the hell away from me" He yelled before banging the front door shut behind him.

Tears streamed down my face, I couldn't believe I was so stupid. I was over that, over the moment Charlie came into my life. I promised myself that and I had broken that, I had hurt him and in turn me.

I went to push myself off the ground when a kick in my rips sent me flying back to the ground. "You don't ever fucking mess with my brother, I don't care if your fucking queen bee, you don't ever shitting-"

I cut her off mid sentence by managing to kick her kneecaps sending her flying to the floor. I got on my hands and knees and then lifted myself up only for her to recover fast flying on top of me pulling my hair from the roots. Tears formed in my eyes my head tearing from the sheering pain. I sent a powerful kick to her gut, her releasing me and curling up in a ball.

I bit my lip down hard drawing blood anything to get the pain away from my head. I got up with my hands clutching my head as I walked to my car. I hopped in and drove out onto the street pressing the window down for some cool fresh air. I inhaled it through my lungs reaching around the console one hand on the steering wheel for my pack of fags and lighter. My hand found the fags first, I flicked one out holding it between my knees as I felt the cold metal and with one hand lit the fag up.

Inhaling, exhaling. It seemed like a long time since I had a fag but I needed it to calm me down.

We all have our scars, our torment and our ghosts. We smile and pretend that everything is okay, it is. We follow a road and along that road we mess up, we cry, we laugh, some manage to get through it all, some don't.

I was glad when I reached home and I put the fag out, spraying my mouth with mint and my body with my favourite perfume before I even think of stepping out my car.

I locked my car and walked up to the front door putting my house key in, turning it and then locking it behind me.

The annoying thing about my house is if you have to walk into the living room to get to the stairs, I would swear my dad made it like that if the others were not the same.

I snapped on the living room light. "Hi dad" I said sick of playing the pretend game. I walked right into the kitchen grabbed a "Its Me-He for Yoo Hoo" Double fudge flavour which is my favourite and Rocky Road ice-cream which is my favourite as well as a spoon then walked into the living room without glancing at my dad as I walked up the stairs. I went into my room dumping the stuff on the bed then locked the door behind me.

I peeled off my clothers putting on jogging bottoms and a black vest top my pjams. Its either that or tight shorts and even tighter vest top.

I sat on my bed legs crossed starting with the ice cream when someone opened my door then met the lock. "Dammit I need to stop doing that" Jermaine muttered to himself.

I got up and let him in.

"What do you want?" I asked.

He looked at me then my ice cream. "What's up?" He said with concern.

"Fuck off"

His eyes narrowed at me and he stepped backwards. "What's wrong with you?"

"Go now before I get you kicked off the basketball and football team" Our school was not sexist at all, course the guys had football only and the girls had lacrosse only but the basketball were mixed. He knew I could and would do it I have all the connections being IT at school.

"Why would you do that?" He stared at me, hurt. "I only" He shook his head and banged my door so hard my window vibrated. It's a good thing the door is tough and a good thing my walls are soundproof or the whole family would awaken.

I put my ice-cream down and leant back against my pillows feeling my hand down the side of my bed searching but of course it wasn't there.

I wandered over to my chest of drawers, unlocking it with my key I had on me at all times and pulled out the files. I sat back down on my bed with them as I flicked through them organizing them in order of importance.

I picked up the top file and set it aside, I would deal with that one myself, it wasn't like anybody was to know or if they did what could they do? They needed me to work for them so if I skimmed off the top there wasn't much they could do.

I looked through my contacts choosing the right one for the now top file and calling them up. I did it for all until there was were no files left apart from one.

I relocked the drawers and then slipped the last file into my school bag. I would deal with it tomorrow.


The next morning I enter the parking lot at Cedar Grove High School. The yard in front of the school consists of a green with brown benches pathways winding in and out which in the summer is the one of the most beautiful sightings.

I park my car in my spot right by the gate; that way at the end of the day I'm first out.

"Hey babes" Jesse Griffin my best friend with benefits runs up to me swooping me up in a big fierce hug, he's happy that I am free, I take it.

"Jesse" I kissed him harshly on the lips, him responding quickly pressing into my car. Warm body at the front, cold metal on my back sent me a memory of last new years eve, me and Jesse in the kitchen home alone.

"Stop" I whispered not because I wanted to but because I had to.

He leant his forehead against mine. "A visit to our favourite stall" He asked saucily.

"Why ever not?" I said.

"Lets go then"

"Hang on" I grabbed him by the arm stopping him then I kissed him again as I sneakily drew my left hand to the front of his jeans. He hissed through his teeth, his body shuddering at my touch. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0" The bell rang and I reached inside my car for my bag, locking it with the key. I swung my bag over my shoulder then grinned at Jesse. "Boy, I believe we have not got time left"

With my graceful swagger I walked into school towards my locker putting my bag in there, just taking out my phone.

"Well hi" I turned around and closed my eyes. Charlie.

"What's up?" I asked him.

He handed me a necklace, well my necklace, the one I fell in love with when I clamped my eyes on it at the store and Charlie went back and got it for me despite it being very expensive. "You left this at mine"

"Charlie" I said softly. He flinched at the soft tone of my voice before dropping the necklace in my hand and walking off.

I put the necklace into the locker slamming it shut and leaning against it eyes closed.

I have never felt like this, never ever. I have had loads of boyfriends but losing Charlie is like a punch in the gut. He made me start smoking again? No one has been able to do that.

I turned and walked straight out of school getting into my car and driving away from school.


Of course I ended up here. I stood beside my car looking just looking at the place.

"You coming in?" Matt Royston asked me.

"Um in a minute" I tell him.

"Okay" Matt Royston grinned at me. "Didn't expect to see you back so early"

I grinned back. "Couldn't stay away"

He saluted me and then walked inside. I lit up a fag and made smoke rings. I really need to stop smoking.

I stubbed it out and then walked inside the place.

The barman, a great guy by the name of Kyle Carlson inclined his head to the side when I entered, the guys in there were silent although they still looked my way. Meaning: my eldest brother was here.

I groaned but went to where Kyle directed, sitting opposite with my arms crossed. "Thought I'll might find you here" Morgan is the complete opposite of me he is always the favourite boy, I have always been the black sheep even if only he knew it, he revelled in it as so did I.

"Yep you've found me, what's the pleasure?"

"Jem"

"Oh him" I waved my hand. "I have no intention of kicking him off the teams"

"We know you had all the intention, you tried to do it with me before, remember?" He retorted back with extra emphasis on the tried. I had I would have succeeded not he been the 'greatest player in an century' inspired to go far had he not totally messed up by doing the most idiotic heroic thing he could ever do that ended with him in hospital unable to ever play professionally.

"It happened anyway so I got what I wanted"

"You bitch" He hisses.

"Yep" I agree with him.

"Skipping school?"

"Obviously" I roll my eyes.

"Well I'm taking you back to school you can explain to dad later"

I smirk at him. "I don't think so, I call the shots"

I click my finger over at Pete my personal bodyguard. He puts one finger up, one minute.

"Now" I looked at Morgan. "You have one minute to walk out of here and if you don't keep your mouth shut well…" I let it trail off.

He stares at me like a stranger.

Good.

Gets up and with an angry stride he leaves.

Good.

"Hey Riles?"

I looked up to see Andres Perez. He was someone that I had helped out before, a handsome Spanish man not that I mixed business with pleasure. I may go to school but I was more then a high school student, a lot more and only so many people were aware of this fact.

"Yes?"

He sits down beside me. "I need your help"

"I gathered that, what with?"

A/N: Win will be in the next chapter I promise and this story will gets loads better and your find out more and more about Riley as the story goes on. Your'de notice similarities between Myron and Riley, there is a reason to it. Oh and Riley is eighteen so she is perfectly legal.

I love this series and was truly shocked by how little story's were in this category well heres mine and I'd love a review so please drop me one?