Chapter 1

"Is it too late now to say sorry? Cause I'm missing more than just your body. Is it too late now to say sorry? Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. Is it too late to say that I'm sorry now?" I sang completely off-tune to Justin Bieber’s song, tapping my foot on the floor of the car as my fingers tapped on the steering wheel.

I shook my head, letting the wind come from the open window to caress my face. I smiled bobbing my head with the song. Looking at myself in the mirror, my smile widened. The sun shone directly on me, making my light blue eyes sparkle like ocean waves and brown hair look lighter and shine like sand on a desert. Somebody take a picture!

My phone suddenly rang and I scowled at the name, 'Simone'. I swear if she starts complaining again about how her crush doesn't notice her, I'll kill them both and bury them in one coffin. Stopping the playlist which now played Selena Gomez songs, I picked up the call.

"Sup? I'm driving."

I didn't hear anything for a few seconds and then a gush of heavy breath. "I didn't call to speak about Trey, Racheal."

"Oh okay then. Heya!" I exclaimed, my mood getting better instantly.

"You are such a bad best friend." Simone complained.

I let out a short laugh, taking a right turn. "Give me a break. He's all you talk about. 'Trey said this', 'Trey did that', 'Trey is my soulmate'. Like a girl you're just in high school, you don't find your soulmate that soon in this generation. He is most probably banging someone as we speak."

"Wow! You are so romantic." Simone said sarcastically. I could imagine her shaking head in surrender.

I rolled my eyes, scowling at the crowd in Starbucks. It's just 4 in the afternoon and it is already overfull. Bet they are just here for the free Wi-Fi. "Honey I am just realistic." I replied over the phone, trying to find a place to park.

"It doesn't hurt to hope."

"It does. Hold on, gotta find a place to park." I threw my phone on the side seat without waiting for a reply and grinned when a saw an empty pace a few cars away. I went there and almost turned the car in until I saw it wasn't actually empty.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." I honked furiously at the sight. Three bikes lay parked in the area for car parking. I blew a strand of brown hair from my face, glaring at the bikes somehow hoping they would drive themselves to the bike parking area.

"Who the hell owns these death devils? I am going to destroy their life. This is a car parking! Bloody blind asses." I swore, gritting my teeth.

A honk from behind deepened my scowl. "Yeah yeah I'll park somewhere else." I muttered to myself and backed up the car but the person behind me seemed in a lot of hurry and instead of waiting for me to drive away he simply stepped up on his accelerator and crashed into the back of my-well my mother's car, it resulted in me instantly loosening my grip on the wheel and dear Julie went straight ahead crashing into one bike which fell sideways, making the other two fall.

I stared in disbelief and horror at the sight and winced as the sound of something breaking and falling on the ground cut through the tense air. I turned behind to cuss at the other driver but he was already way ahead. I closed my eyes, fingers gripping the wheel tightly. I finally opened my eyes, my lips in a straight line. "It is my mom's car you asshole." I shouted looking in the direction of the runaway car.

"And it's a fucking red Lamborghini." I punched the wheel, wincing as the pain flowed to my nerves. “Poor Julie.”

I glanced around and saw a few people staring but no one ran and threatened to take me to the police station for bike assault.

I sighed in relief and immediately backed out on the road going as far as possible from the scene of an unfortunate crime. I glanced at my phone and sighed seeing that Simone had already cut the call. Well, I couldn't blame her.

It was after 10 minutes of driving, all the while looking behind anxiously for any sign of three furious bikers until I found a good garage, far from the scene of a stupid accident.

I drove inside and saw a few guys cleaning and doing all that shit on the cars. I got out of the car and cleared my throat, making a few look at me. Their eyes widened as they saw the car. Yeah, it's a Lamborghini, a just crashed Lamborghini.

"So? Uh, how bad is my car?" I asked timidly, fidgeting with my fingers. My mom is so going to kill me.

"Real bad." A guy answered, shaking his head at the car.

Yup, I am definitely dead!

I could see the guys felt sorrier for the car than for me. Guys and their wheel love!

"This gonna cost you a lot sweetie." A voice came from somewhere under and I barely held my gasp as I saw a girl with golden hair tied up in a messy bun and face full of dust stand up, wiping her hands on the napkin on the car bonnet. If it weren't for her pretty prominent chest and girly voice, she could have just been identified as a guy.

I squinted my eyes to get a better look, she somehow looked familiar despite the dirt-covered face and clothes. "Uh, Alexia is that you?"

"Guessed it right Smith." She said, going to the nearby water tap and washing her face. "Covering up for my worthless brother."

I gave her a sad smile. She was a year elder than me and had just graduated from high school. Her brother, a twin, Maxim, was as she said, worthless. He never did anything but drink and party and boost up the sale of condom companies. I could swear condom companies got 50% of their income from him.

"Where is he now?" I asked, watching her examine my car.

"Max? Probably with this new red-haired chick." She shrugged.

"You should stop coming here for him. It's his job." I told her, feeling sorry for her.

"We need the money, Smith. I want to go to college. Anyways there are plenty of scratches on the back and the front. The paint's gone and the side-"

"Just tell the final price." I cut her in between, I didn't really need to know what damage I did to my mother's favorite car.

"It's a Lambo so around $6000." I almost had a heart attack. "But I'll do it for $5500."

I opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish, staring at Alexia like she just said the most startling and terrifying thing ever, which probably was in my case.

"Five thousand and five hundred dollars? Did I hear correctly?" I rubbed my ears hard. I knew I should have obeyed my mom and cleaned my ears.

"Make it five thousand but that's it. I can handle the boss." Alexia said, tapping the bonnet with her finger.

Handle my mother too!

I shook my head. "My mom isn't going to give me that much. I'd be surprised if she even gave $100." I protested, wanting to rip my hair apart. She can't know this or else she'll flip out and definitely have me grounded- forever or ban me from eating Nutella and ice cream and cakes and every food I love. Just the thought is appalling.

Food and I are lovers for forever!

"Sorry sweetie! This is the best I can offer." Alexia said sympathetically. "How did it happen?"

I sighed at the horrible memory. "Some assholes parked their bikes in the car parking and I thought it was empty so I went there to park. Just when I was finding another parking place, this jerk who better have a dying patient to attend, crashed into me making me crash into those bikes, and then he drove off full speed." I breathed out. "The population of assholes is increasing drastically."

Alexia grinned. "You better have a valid license sweetie and hope those bikers don't go to the police."

"What! It was their mistake. It was clearly a car parking."

She shrugged. "Hope for the best. Let me know soon. We need to get working on the car or your mother will get suspicious." Patting me on my shoulder she walked away.

I pressed my forehead with my fingers, suddenly feeling dizzy. "I'll let you know in 15." I called out and walked out of the oil smelling garage.

My mother had a small Chevy but it was old and we just used it in case of emergency. This certainly was an emergency but what would I tell her about the Lambo disappearance? She never goes to work without it and just because it's a Sunday I got to drive it.

Leaning against the wall I thought of my options -

1. Call and tell mom and die.

2. Call and tell Josh, my brother, and let him tell mom and die.

3. Not tell mom, get $5000 by working until I die.

Yeah, all options end with me dying. Fan-death-astic!

Sighing to myself I took out my phone and my finger paused on-call 'Josh the ass' drawing circles just above the phone but not touching it. Should I? Ugh whatever just do it!

I waited for my idiot younger brother to pick up the phone, as I tapped my fingers on my thigh, a sign I was super nervous.

"Big sis." His bored voice flowed through the phone and I straightened, my heartbeat increasing.

"Brother!" I greeted over-sweetly, grinning and crossing my fingers. "How are you?"

There was a slight pause and I vaguely heard the sound of another human voice before his voice came through again. "What did you do now?"

"Me? Pssh... nothing. Nothing at all. What can I do?" I chuckled nervously, waving my hand in the air.

"Oookay. This sounds really bad."

"Oh, you have no idea." I said, in a low voice, lightly banging my head on the wall.

"You said?"

"Nothing, where are you?" I asked, straightening again.

"Friends place." He answered vaguely and then the same voice came again.

I smirked as I recognized the voice. "Sarah huh? Wait till mom knows about this." Yes! Blackmail material finally.

"What? No!" he shouted in slight terror making me grin viciously.

"You know mom hates her and you are with her. If mom comes to know-" I left it hanging, looking at my baby pink painted nails with small black dots on it.

"You won't tell her." He warned. I could see him scratching his knee, his sign of fright.

"Oh yeah? And why not?" I challenged him.

"Because you called for a reason and you are in deep trouble and from your tone before it sounded more serious and worse than mine. So I warn you. You tell this to mom and I'll find out why you called and tell it to mom along with the fact that it was you who ate the cookies that day, not our neighbor's cat."

I scowled at the phone, hating that he was right. My trouble was certainly worse than his. I sighed. "How much money do you have?"

"Are you taking my drugs? Oh my God! Mom is going to flip. You are so dead. Is that why you walk like a zombie nowadays? Jeez, Rach-"

"I do not walk like a zombie." I shouted, stopping his rant. "I was just tired that day."

"Yeah from having too much weed?"

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. "I don't do drugs Josh, relax." A paused for a second. "A friend needs some money right now."

"Well, then I don't have any."

I gave my phone a dirty look, somehow hoping we were on FaceTime so he could see it as it was for him. "Thanks for nothing."

"Anytime."

"And remember I don't want to be an Aunt until I reach 23."

"Don't worry I use good quality." And the line went dead.

I looked at the phone shaking my head. He was just a 15 year old and already walking the path of a bad boy. Soon tons of girls will be all over the house. Talk about fun!

"Decided what you want to do?" I jumped at the voice, my hand flying to my chest.

"Alexia! You scared me."

She grinned. "Sorry." She didn't look even a bit sorry. "So?"

I nodded. "Let's go in."

She shrugged, turning and going inside the garage again. I followed her silently thinking about the ways mom would kill me.

"So how much was it?" I asked, again hoping I had heard it wrong all the time before and it was just $200, even $500 would do.

"$5000."

"No problem with my hearing." I said to myself.

"You don't have to pay it all together you know." Alexia said, giving me a small smile.

"You'll have to wait for years then." I snorted.

"Or I could help you." I turned at the new voice and stared at the guy with dark grey eyes and dark brown hair, dressed in a white V neck and light blue low waist jeans that showed off his immense gym efforts.

"Colton Hastings." I greeted impassively. The jerk of senior year, a complete flirt whose head wouldn't enter the Pacific Ocean because his ego was bigger than it.

"Racheal Smith." He greeted back, with a smirk of amusement.

"I don't need your help." I said glowering at him. As much as I hated to admit it, he was definitely something to drool over but his actions made him dangerous and a certified player. Apparently, he was dating the head cheerleader, Monica Moore, after dating her best friend. He was someone a nice girl like me should stay far far away from.

Sighing I folded my arms over my chest uncomfortable as his intense gaze never left my face. "What? Go!"

He raised his eyebrows at me and took a step to the left. I glanced behind him and almost fainted at the sight. There lay one of the bikes I had previously crashed into.

Fuck. My. Life.