Chapter 1

"Ms. Davis we need to get a director for this music video by the end of this week."

"I know this Chad; I am your boss after all." I say with a eye roll. We've been over this all month now, I think I got his point by now. Let me introduce myself, my name is Ashley Davis. I'm a 41 year old record producer at my company Davis Records. I have four kids I love with all my heart, kids I hope are behaving at school right now.

"Yes, I know, Ms. Davis but you've rejected every director that's came in." Chad sighed out.

"It's not my fault they all suck." I grumble out.

"Okay fine. I have one last willing director outside the office as we speak. Should I let her in?"

"It's worth a shot, I guess, but if she sucks I'm firing you. Got it?"

"Uh, yes ma 'dam." Chad scrambled over to the intercom, red hair flopping around his shoulders.

"JC let her in please."

"Right away," came the excited and high pitched reply of my secretary. I go to sit down in my comfy leather chair, just to leap up again in surprise at the blonde haired woman entering my office.

"Spencer?"

"Hello Ashley."

I hate Mondays, especially when that Monday in the first day of my sophomore year of high school.

"Yo, Ashton." A loud voice yells from across the parking lot.

"Yo, Dumbass." I sounded back as my thick head of an older brother jogged up to me.

"That's nice, I love you too. Ma told me to tell you to behave today or she is going to murder you when we get home," dumbass told me, in delight.

"I know what she said, Raife, she threatened me last night 'bout it." Oh mother she can't trust me can she. It's understandable, I guess, I don't have the best track record when it comes to behaving in the famous King High.

"I'm just reminding you. No need to be pissy."

"We all know you just remind her to piss her off," came a voice from behind my car that we're leaning on.

"Yep and I love doing it."

"Til she beats you up in front of all the cheerleaders."

That's right Adam." Oh how I love this twin brother of mine.

"What up guys?" he says fist bumping me when he's in reach.

"Whatever, dudes, I'm gunna go find our better sister. I'm out." I roll my eyes at him as he turns and walks away. Let me explain my siblings, our mom had two sets of twins, the first set being Raife and Rebecca. Raife's a big guy, 6'2, with short brown hair and brown eyes he is a totally jockstrap he even wears the kaki/ polo look going on. Rebecca, Raife's twin, is a small slender girl with long straight brown hair with the brown eyes. She goes with the sluty, fuck me look. Yuck! They're seventeen. Then there is my twin Adam the Punk/ Rocker of the bunch. He has longish curly black hair with hazel eyes. He comes complete with the tattoos and piercings. Then there's me, the bad ass loner. I'm that mechanic of the family which earned me the position of Ms. Fix it of my house hold. At school I'm known for fighting and scoring every girl worth my time.

"The real reason I came over here is to show you the new meat that might just be worth our while." Adam said excitedly. He may look like a punk but he is certainly not.

"oh really," I say smirking.

"Yep follow me my dear twin." As we walked into the school yard he points to a group of blonde headed kids, but more specificity a California 10. She had long smooth legs, soft looking golden hair with blue eyes. But amazingly I find myself staring at the girl beside her between two guys, I assume, to be her brothers. She's a small girl sporting glasses, which are sliding down her nose, and an armful of books which of one she is reading.

"What I tell you, sis" Adam said proudly, breaking me out of my scrutiny.

"What's her name?" I ask while pointing at the cute reading blonde. Adam frowns at me looking confused.

"I was talking about the 10 over there, not the nerd." I roll my eyes and sigh at him, annoyed.

"I know this, dude, but what's her name." I jab my finger at the girl in question.

"I believe I heard it was Gaby Carlin."