Chapter one

Why me?!

Okay, you know most people are really nice but nooooooo this guy, Gerard Waves, just had to be such a damn jerk.

"What the hell are you doing in my kitchen, Waves?" I asked menacingly, narrowing my eyes for more melodramatic effect while pouring a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch.

He was sitting there at the table with his dark hair slightly in his face. He pushes his hair out of the way and looked at me as if just noticing I was there. Okay, I admit the jerk has good looks. Everything about him is perfect. I looked at him trying to avoid his eyes. He wore a dark blue shirt that outlined his worked chest, not too worked and not under worked, just perfect and jeans slightly ripped. He ran his hand through his dark brown almost black hair making him look distant and mysterious. Then his eyes caught mine and I knew I was trapped. You see, even though I hate everything about him . . . I hate his eyes most.

He looked at me and his eyebrows raised. "First off, you look hot in those short blue shorts" I glared and crossed my legs. "And Second off, this isn't your house. As I recall, it's your Aunt's, Kara."

I glared harder, if that was even possible.

"Kara, Ger, come on! It's not even passed eight in the morning and you're already gonna kill each other." That would be my cousin, Brandon.

--Okay, let's rewind and go back to where this all started--

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"But, Mom!"

"Don't 'But, Mom' Me, young lady! You're staying with your cousins this year whether you like or not, Kara." My mother snapped at me.

Oh, Hey there! I'm Kara May June . . . like the months. I'm a super popular bitch, sexy and I have every guy falling for me in just one look!

Pfffft. Yeah, right! I'm the exact opposite, honestly. I may have blond hair but, I'm not popular. I may have the pretty blue eyes but, still not popular. And, actually, I'm happy that I'm not popular or in the "in" group. I'm proud being a "nerd". Just because I get straight A's I'm being labeled a "nerd". But, I'm okay because I have good friends who don't care if I'm smart or not.

"Mom, why?!" I complained. Okay, don't get me wrong I love my cousin. It's just that my cousin, Brandon, is super popular and is in the "in" group. I don't want to ruin his reputation, he doesn't deserve that. Oh, and one other reason I couldn't possibly forget. His bastard of a friend, Gerard Waves.

"Kara May June" I cringed at my full name "You are going to stay at your Aunt Caren's house. Your Dad and I are going all the way to Paris for the year to help take care of your sister's child. Your niece! So, be considerate!"

Okay, she got me there. My niece, Jennalyn, is adorable and since my sister, Jess, is busy with work she needs help. I adore Jess, she's an awesome big sister for a twenty nine year old.

I sighed in defeat and stomped up the stairs to my room.

This would be the worst or the worst year ever.

AN: This is my second story. I'm currently writing this while getting ready for the trip to Las Vegas and since I didn't get nine reviews for my other story I chose to just post this one I wrote a long time ago.

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