Chapter 3

Stevie's P.O.V

"Stevie, get up."

I scowl at my youngest brother and bury my head under my pillow. Since I share a room with my 10, 13, 15 and 20 year old brothers, the only privacy I get, is when I'm hiding under a pillow.

"Go away, Dylan." I mumble through the pillow. "It's too early to bother me."

"Jason told me to wake you up so you won't be late for school."

Senior year. I'm the first in my family who will finally graduate high school, but after graduation, I'll be shoved in the real world left to fend for myself.

I pull the cover off my body and remove the pillow off my face. I look up only to see Dylan pulling stuff out from my side of our closet. When I see him pull out a box, marked: 'Stevie' I suddenly got defensive and shot up from the bed and questioned him. "What are you doing." he opened the and pulled out a music sheets with one of my very first love songs on it.

"Oooh Stevie wrote a love song. Who's it about Steves." Dylan said mocking me. I glared at him, if only looks can kill.

" I love you, I loooovee youuuuu." he said doing a terrible singing imitation, his voice dripping in sarcasm, as he flipped his hair and batted is eyelashes."I swear Dylan, if you keep that up I will kill you." I threaten. "I better watch out or else you might sing me to death." he says laughing like a freaking hyena.

When I finally had enough, I tackled him to the ground, of course he retaliated by punching and kicking me just us as hard as I was to him. The rule—'no hitting girls' doesn't exist in my family.

I faintly heard a "wait for me" but it might just be my imagination. I found out I was wrong when my middle brother, Tyler, jumped in the middle of us; not wanting to 'miss out on the action'.

"We were soon interrupted by my oldest brother Jason and my youngest brother Chris. "Stop." Jason said walking in the room, dressed in his work uniform. He works as a janitor at a super market. It pays very little but we don't need much.

Jason was really intimidating, he scared a lot of people. Who would blame them, he was scary- looking. He had a few lip piercings and tattoos all down his back and arms. He went through a rebellion phase, after my parents abandoned us leaving him to raise us. Jason got involved with drugs, gangs and owed a lot of debt. After all he's been through, we try our best to listen. All except Tyler he's going through a permanent I-know-everything phase.

"Shit, Jason, relax." Tyler says. Jason punches him on the arm, not hard enough to leave him a bruise but enough to make the area red.

Chris and Dylan laugh and before they know it, they get lightly hit too. "Any more attitude, guys?" Jason asks.

"No sir." they say standing straight.

"And what about you, Tyler?" he says cracking his knuckles as a warning.

"And what about you, Stevie?" His eyes burning through my soul. "He picks up a pillow and chucks it at my head."

"Oww." I say rubbing my head.

"That's for starting it. Now get dressed all of you." he says walking out of the room.

I take a quick shower and throw on an old tank top and a pair of skinny jeans. I wrap a towel around my hair so it can dry. I was never really the type of girl who woke up at 5:00 in the morning to do their hair and pick out their outfits.

I walked into my room to get my bag, only to see Dylan touching my bass. I rushed to grab it. My father played the bass when he was younger, he gave it to me a week before he left.

"Dylan, stop touching my shit." I say angrily.

"But I like playing with it."

"Stop touching it, got it."

"Yea I got it." he says leaving the room to go eat breakfast.

I tuck my bass under my bed and walk into the kitchen. I normally make breakfast, since my brothers are useless in the kitchen. Jason already left for work, so Chris made cereal.

"Did Jason take the car?" I ask, knowing he probably did. "Yea." answers Tyler.

"Damn." We only have one car to share among us; which isn't a big deal, since only two of us can drive. Now that Jason took my only method of transportation, I have to walk. I looked down at my watch and realized it's 7:50.

"I have to go, you guys have rides right?" I ask kissing Chris and Dylan on their fore heads. I moved to go give Tyler a kiss, when he shoved my hand away claiming he was too old. I gave him a kiss and anyway and walked outside. I might not be very sentimental or mushy, but my family is the my top priority, I love them and would do anything for them.

I started walking towards school, singing one of the old songs I wrote. I heard loud honking, I turned around only to see my neighbour and ex-boyfriend Justin Cole, drives up to me.

"Hey Justin." I mutter. "How about I give you a ride from school." He says winking at me. It probably doesn't give him the effect he would want. Once I would have done anything to get him, so when he we started dating I was ecstatic, of course I never told him how much I loved him, until he said it to me. After we professed our love, we slept together. A month later I saw him with another girl and thats when we broke up.

"Come on, Steves. I promise not to bite… unless you want me to." he says winking again.

I'm Justin's south side homegirl. Whether we're a couple of not, we still have each other's backs. It's the code we live by. "Sure." I say getting into the passenger seat.

He puts his arm around me, he stares in the rearview mirror and winks at me again. He winks a lot. What does he think, that I'll forget the past? No way. My history makes me who I am today.

"I try looking forward on my senior year at Brewster. I stop when I realize there's nothing to look forward to.

So here is Stevie's P.O.V of the Story next is Zander's P.O.V.

Ok so I need your help, I'm not sure how Stevie and Zander should fall in love.

Should I=

1. Get them stuck together by making them get in trouble and their punishments would be to plan the next school dance together, so they would have to spend time with each other

or

2. Make them be partners in a class and team them up in an at-home project. (This is what happened in the book)

Thanks so much for all your support. (: