Tessa O'Conner isn't your typical high school girl. She's had a cheating boyfriend, alcohol addiction, and she is a streetfighter. Nobody knows about these things except her closest friends and family. But, when Mason Crosby, the schools man whore...
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Gavin Mad (will make sense after you read this chapter) Sorry for the mistake for those of you that read it already!
As I watch my second to oldest brother stare at me with fury in his eyes I begin to feel nervous. I have never really lied to Gavin before.
" Tessa you're what?" Gavin asks sternly.
" I-I'm dating Mason..." I manage to stutter out.
" Oh no you're not. " he says begins to walk off.
" Gaivin wait!" I yell as I chase after him.
Gavin just ignores me and keeps walking and making multiple turns making it hard for me to follow him.
" Gavin stop!" I shout as I finally reach my stubborn.
" Stop," Gavin yells as he turns to face me " I'm not going to stop! You're not going to date Mason I won't let you!"
" Why? Why won't you let me date him?" I ask.
" You don't know him like I do, how he is. " Gavin says quietly.
" I'm sure I know more about him than you! You two aren't even friends!" I shout.
" No we aren't friends but I know the type of guy he is and I don't trust him! I don't trust him with you! So you're not going to date and that's final!" My brother shouts back then storms off.
I don't go after him this time, he can handle himself. I go make my way back to the kitchen to find my friends and brother. But as I'm heading there I see a familiar face playing beer pong with three other guys. Once I get closer I realize that it's the guy who ran into me on Thursday morning back at the penthouse. As I make my way through the people the guy notices me. When he see's me his smile brightens and then steps toward me.
" Hey princess, funny seeing you here." The boy says.
" Yeah so funny. " I say laughing sarcastically.
" So what're you doing here?" He asks.
" I was invited. What about you?" I ask wondering if he knows my " boyfriend".
" Oh I'm visiting the host, we're old friends but I haven't seen him yet." He replies.
I quickly forget about our conversation when we hear chanting coming from the dance floor. As we rush our way through the crowd, people are chanting "Fight!" over and over again.
' What is going on? I think.
Once we made it through the crowd and to the front, there fighting in the middle of the dance floor is my worst nightmare.
