Inspired by the song (Wild World- version is song by Mike Bailey) that Sid sings in season one of Skins and Skins U.K. Oh of course Love and its complications (duh it's the sequel). It's about to get more complicated. Thank you so much for reading! Without my fellow reviews this story would be just a bunch of words.

Aaliyah's POV:

I literally danced down the stairs of my two-story home. My feet felt jumpy and alive as I made my way to the kitchen. My brothers we're goofing off as usual and Amy had her face buried in a book. That's one thing we have in common, our love for reading.

Mom was making eggs and Dad had our favorite pancakes set out on the kitchen table. It was my dad's words that brought me out of my giddy mood.

"Go change," he replied gruffly.

I looked at him as if he had grown another head. "You've got to be kidding me." I replied. He was killing my buzz! Mom probably didn't have any objections to my outfit. In fact, she was the one who bought it for me at a shopping trip to Port Angeles, about two weeks ago. This was my first day of high school and my father was telling me to go change. Well hell no, I am not changing! All it is is a simple white dress that went down to my mid-thigh. All the girls wear dresses this length.

Here I was all flesh covered up. I had on a long sleeved shirt that had no buttons open and wore faded skinny jeans. I hate my dad, well not really, I was just really mad at him. Cyan had departed his own way with his girlfriend Crystal and I was left in the hallways of my new school. La Push High reeked of cleaning spray and metal, which I presumed came from the lockers. I felt two strong hands grip my shoulders. I let out a small shriek, which earned my two best friends a good laugh.

"Relax Aaliyah, it's just us." Niles said.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I know."

Max stiffened. "What?" I asked him.

"Nothing it's just, is that a stain?"

I looked at him confused, "stain?"

Niles shook his head. "Is that blood on your pants?"

My eyes widened. "What?" I asked more alarmed.

"Are you, I thought—" they both trailed off.

"No! It's not what you think!" I snapped, not believing that on my first day of high school, I actually get my period for the first time. Really, I'm fourteen going on fifteen and the day I actually get it, it has to be my first day of high school.

I heard several snickering voices and I rushed past some guys, who were laughing at me. Max and Niles called after me, but I just ignored them. My first day of high school was completely ruined by Mother Nature. I didn't start crying until I was at least five minutes away from the school. My dad dropped my brothers and me off, since Jace had recently got his license taken away for partying too much. Yeah, that's right. Since he turned sixteen they've let him do all sorts of things and being seventeen now, he was able to whatever he wants, but only if they had his license so he won't put anyone at risk, when it comes to driving. Amy, my younger sister still is in middle school and so she rides the bus. My eldest sister, Jasmine, who recently became a part of our lives, already graduated and was off in university. Apparently my dad cheated on my mom before they had Jace and got Jasmine as a result. Jasmine was technically my half-sister since we do not share the same mother, but my dad gets upset if I say that, so she's my real sister.

I'd say things are kind of messed up at home, but then again not too much has really affected me. I mean my parents are still together, but my mom is just not happy with my dad at the moment. I played with the fabric of my shirt's sleeve and continued walking. My purple backpack which just so happens to be my favorite color, although I like lavender the best, was slung easily over one shoulder. I could see in the distance someone I recognized. He was on the floor and three other guys were kicking him. I ran over quickly to see what was happening, even if it was obvious that these guys were beating him up.

"Take that faggot," the tallest one yelled. "Yeah, that's right cry to your boyfriend for help!" another one muttered.

This got me so angry; I could feel my face flush from the fury. "Hey, leave him alone!" I yelled at the boys.

All three turned to look at me. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the man whore's little sister. How would you like to help?"

I gave them all a glare. "He's not a man whore. Leave Adam alone." I ordered, crossing my arms. Adam's nose was bleeding and he had a lot of angry red marks surrounding his arms. He was my aunt and uncle's son. Sam and Emily Uley had three children total. Adam was the oldest and was almost a year younger than Jace. They have been best friends since kindergarten if I remember correctly. See I know Adam's gay because well, let's face it; he isn't particularly hiding it from anyone other than his parents. Poor Adam, I feel so bad for him. He doesn't deserve half the crap people give him and the only reason I know this is because I sometimes steal Jace's journal. Okay, it was for a project in middle school and I'm not that bad of a sister, but I do admit that I was quite curious.

"Oh yeah, and what will you do about it Carrot Cake?" he asked. "Aw how cute, someone's bleeding too! Maybe Adam has a tampon you can use?"

"I'll show you what I'll do about it." Jace said. All of a sudden my eldest brother appeared out of the trees that we're nearby the path I was taking home.

"Jace?" I said in surprise. Adam looked just as baffled.

"You have five seconds to leave and if I catch you messing with Adam or my sister again; I won't hesitate to kill you." He said defiantly.

To my surprise, the three boys took his warning and scattered away like a flock of spooked doves. "You okay Aaliyah?" he asked me.

I tried my best not to gape at my older brother. "Uh yes, it's not like they could actually do anything to me. And how can you ask me that when Adam's the one who's hurt?" I protested.

Jace smiled and shook his head. "Adam's fine."

I turned my attention to Adam, who was now standing and looking well. His marks and cuts were gone. The bleeding from his nose stopped and he just gave me a silly grin. "Um, you might want to go change your pants." Adam added politely.

My face flushed a crimson red and I don't need a mirror to know how red I get when I'm embarrassed. I am a natural red head and my hair is much redder than my mother's. Hers is more of a brunette color, while I'm stuck with several freckles and minty green eyes. My twin, Cyan, has a close resemblance to me, even if we are not identical. He has the same colored eyes, but instead his hair is a brunette color like my mom's. I have the same birthmark as my dad and so that's what I have in common with him. The only thing he has in common with my dad is height. He's only fourteen and is already 6'0. I was envious of that, but I don't exactly want to become Sasquatch either. I bolted from them, but before I could, Jace caught my arm gently.

"Here, take this." He handed me his black jacket and I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Thanks," I said and I made my way home. My long curly hair blew swiftly in the wind as I finally reached my house. My dad's car was gone so he didn't head back home for anything. That's good because I do not want him making a big deal out of this. Actually, I rather keep him in the shadows when it comes to girl stuff, like talking about boys. I don't have any crushes yet, but I did see quite a few cute guys back at the school and I hope that I will finally have my first kiss this school year. My mom was washing the dishes when I walked in.

She set the current plate she was scrubbing down and looked at me. "What are you doing here Aaliyah; I thought you were at school?"

I shook my head. "Um no mom, I got my period, so I came home to change."

My mom was by my side in an instant and she pulled me into her warm embrace. I could smell her comforting floral perfume and I felt her smooth my hair out of my face. "My poor baby, are you okay? Do want to talk about it?"

Even with my mother, this was still embarrassing. I've had enough talks with her about puberty and I didn't want another. "No mom, I'm okay. Are the pads you bought me still under the sink in my bathroom?" I asked her. My dad's an architect so he remodeled our entire house and made it bigger. All of my siblings, including me, had their own bathroom. I had my mom's old room; apparently it used to be her room when she was a teenager. This is my grandparents' old house and they gave it to my parent's as a wedding gift.

"Yes of course," she said. "Do you need help?"

I shook my head. "No I got it, thanks though. Can I skip today, some people saw and it was really embarrassing." I pleaded, knowing that my mom would understand.

"Sure sweetie," she said sympathetically and let me go. I went upstairs to go change and put a pad on a fresh pair of panties. I was so relieved that it didn't hurt like I thought it would. For some reason I've always thought getting my period would hurt, but I was wrong. Maybe I'd get cramps like other girls someday, but I didn't have any right now. I was just relieved that I wouldn't have to go to school today.

Hate it? Love it? Well for those of you who are slightly confused, read the first story (Love and its complications) and then read this chapter. This is a sequel and I hope I get some feedback soon. :D