"I'm back, bitches -A"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I hit the snooze button on my stupid alarm clock and woke up to the bright sun glaring at me through my widows. You know how in movies, the actors will wake up in the morning, stretch, and them plaster a smile on their face saying, "Time to start the day!" in a cheery voice? Well, that is the biggest fucking lie in the world. I, Cammie Morgan, am not a morning person.

What makes it even worse is that my annoying twin brother, Grant, felt the need to come barging into my room, and shout like a fucking three year old, "WAKE UP, CAMSTER! IT'S OUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!"

"Get the fuck off me, Grant," I grumbled, while throwing a pillow at his face.

"I know you're not a morning person, but come on Cammie," he whined.

"Fine," I said, "But you are making me pancakes for breakfast."

Satisfied that he had gotten me up, he left my room, closing the door behind him as he left. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. After 10 minutes, I got out dried myself off and got dressed. My outfit consisted of dark wash skinnys, a plain v-neck blood red t-shirt, my black leather jacket, and black combat boots. I blow dried my dirty blonde hair, and flat ironed it. I had on my usual make up, eyeliner, mascara, a little blush, and red lipstick. Once I was happy with my appearance, I slid down the staircase railing, and landed with a soft thump on the wooden floor. I was hit with the smell of chocolate chip pancakes. I love my brother.

"Hey, Cammie Bear!" Grant greeted as I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Grant. Where are my pancakes?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"Right here, with chocolate chips, just the way you like them," he answered with an accomplished look on his face. I devoured my pancakes, and grabbed my car keys.

"It still amazes me how you can eat like a truck driver, but still manage to look like a toothpick," he said with an astonished look on his face.

I laughed and said, "Just get in the car." He did as told and hopped into the passenger seat of my matte black 2014 Lamborghini Aventador. It was a birthday present. You see, my family's loaded. We don't like to brag about it, we just really love cars. When I was eight, my dad had taught me everything there is to know about cars. I even know more than Grant!

The school is a good 10 minutes away from my house, but with the way I drive, we were there in 5. I sped into the school's parking lot, and snagged the spot closest to the doors. We came to a stop, leaving skid marks behind us. I smiled at Grant, and opened the car door. When I got out, everyone was staring at me. I smirked, and slammed the car door shut. As Grant and I walked in, I saw a couple of guys drooling, and I guess Grant did, too because would glare at them.

ZACH POV

I had pulled up to school in my black Audi R8 Spyder convertible, and went across the parking lot to my best friends, Jonas Anderson and Nick Cross. We were just talking about football, you know, normal guy stuff. We already had our try outs, and our first game was Friday. There was this guy that tried out, that was going to be new this year, Grant Morgan. He was the varsity wide receiver. We had all made quick friends and were waiting for him to show up. Just as I was about to ask if they had seen Grant, this dude came speeding into the parking lot, snagging the first parking space, Macey McHenry's parking space. Obviously this guy was new; everyone knew that was Macey's parking space. He came to an abrupt stop, leaving skid marks behind. As I expected, a guy stepped out of that car, but from the passenger side. That guy was Grant Morgan. Of course I was glad to see Grant, but I was even more excited to see the driver of that car. Whoever owned that car deserves to be my best friend. What I hadn't expected was a girl to step out of the driver side. A very hot girl I might add. She had dirty blonde hair, and was wearing dark skinny jeans, combat boots, a v-neck red t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Damn. She noticed that every guy was staring at her, and smirked. As she walked up to the front of the school, a couple of guys drooled. Grant must have noticed 'cause he glared at all of them. As they walked inside I thought, Damn. I have got to have this girl.

It's been a while since i was last on, so hopefully this story makes up for my absence.

xoxo, serenity