Dirty Little Secret - [1]

* It'll get better later on! I promise! And kind of short... /:

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Jane E. : Thanks! Actually, I was thinking of letting Night and Sam to explain to Aaron about Fall, but it would've been to complicated! Lol.

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Chapter 1 : Cinnia Hart

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My father clenched his fists angrily, "How dare they? How dare they prance around here acting like they run the town?"

I listened boredly while I answered sarcastically, "Yes, how do they live with themselves?"

My father managed to crack a smile, "Ah, sarcastic are we?"

"Dad, loosen up," I groaned.

He cocked an eyebrow, "Loosen up?"

"Yeah, relax, chill."

"Chill?" He started softly before roaring, "Chill!? How can I 'chill' while knowing some fool is after my job?"

"Dad," I warned.

"Right, sorry."

I rolled my eyes, picked up my magazine and walked to my room. My name is Cinnia Hart, daughter of Jim and Karen Hart. I have slightly waved blond hair paired with smoky green eyes. I'm pretty thin, few curves where I need them. Guess you can say I'm 'popular', 'rich.' Though I don't take it all in vain, just luck.

That little scenario my father is just displayed is usual. I'm surprised he didn't punch the wall or freaking break all the plates again. What a charmer he is, huh? Anyway, my father was gone all ballistic ever since my new neighbors moved in, The Street's.

Personally, I think they're pretty sweet, but I'd never admit it to my father. Hey, I still want to live you know. The Street family consists of four. The parents, Mark and Ruby Street and the sons, Flynn and Jason? Street.

Flynn goes to my school. Not to mention every single class!

So anyhow, my father believes like we were destined to be enemies. It's a bit hectic nowadays so I always have to be unguard. It sucks being a teenager with enemies. If only my father can get the thought of the Street's being malicious through his hard headed self, maybe life would be a little more bearable.

But hey who am I to complain?
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I rolled of my bed lazily, falling face down on the cold wooden floor. Shoot, that hurts. I rubbed my aching nose and stumbled to my closet. I searched through what seemed to be endless racks of clothes. Being a single child had its advantages..

I decided with studded denim shorts and an plaid Aero full-zip hoodie over a long and lean white tank top. I managed to slip on my plaid Converse high tops. I ruffled my hair and let it fall loosely. I threw some water on my face after I fell asleep while brushing my teeth.

What another marvelous morning don't you agree?

I finished applying my makeup as I heard my mom honk her horn. Uh oh, not good.

"Bye dad!"
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"Good luck honey, and remember don't talk, or even look at that wretched Flynn boy." My mother shuddered as she spoke.

I ignored the urge to roll my eyes, "Yes, of course."

Before she could drone on and on about the billions of reasons why I shouldn't talk to Flynn, I made a bee line to my boyfriend. Who so happened to be waiting outside for me, rose in hand. I blushed, he's so sweet.

"Goodmorning babe," He grinned and pecked my cheeks.

"Goodmorning," I mumbled.

"Tired?"

"Mhm,"

He chuckled silently and put an arm around my shoulder as he walked me to homeroom. Some cooed at the sight of us, while the others glared. Lee Claires was my boyfriend of seven months. Ugh, my parents formaliness was rubbing off on me. Back to my story, Lee is a brown haired, green-eyed guy. He's tall 6'1 frame towered over my 5'5 frame.

Yeah, I was a shorty unfortunately.

"Hey man,"

I groaned and hid my face in Lee's chest. One of his flaws? He so happens to be best friends with Flynn Street. Lovely.

"Nice to see you too," Flynn muttered sarcastically.

"Very, let's go Lee."

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