His Rebel Mate

erficial bitches and boys who look so yummy I just want to take them home and bake cookies on their hard, toned abs. The bi

ng a yummy looking boy, so, what was I? Who was I? Where did I belong in this kingdom of teenagers? Could I be a burn out, nerd, bad girl, or

for an older brother, Noah, called, bri

ever since he had his license and he was forced by our parents to be my pers

ay of school!" Noah bellowed out as loud as he could. Would it kill him to at least walk up the

is one time David Smith asked me to chucky cheese when I was 10 and I wore the most

illy Noah, I wasn't getting ready. I was relishing in the heaven that was my bed. I reluctantly pushed myself off of m

losing it, and finally pu

kay! I'm coming

een here all of a month and I have yet to unpack; and I stopped at a boxed labeled "Jackets" and grabbed my favorite black jacket. I didn't bother with my hair, letting it fall to its natural waves. As for make-up, I simply

was finally in the truck, "Ab

etween inhaling sausage. I knew I was risking eating in Noah'

w I just got her cleaned and I don't want your crumbs me

a bit over protective. Ever since my dad left she hasn't been the same. My dad and I never got along, so I was almost relieved when he left. I finally got my peace. But I couldn't feel as happy as I would have, my mother was crushed. She even went as far as moving us halfway

y, we don't talk a

my nonresponsive face, urging me to snap out of it, and that we were here. I mumbled an apology

out my "drug usage" or that I was a total lunatic, or something else rash. He was

a!" Noah

ther annoyed that I was

oing it again

. New school, new people, and most of all, learning. Ugh. I even hated thinking of it. But before I even continued e

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