I made my way into the school hallway, first period was geography, so it was with Elijah. Suddenly someone yanked at my arm and pulled me into the janitor's closet. My immediate response was to reach for the switch blade in my back pocket but before I could pull it out, the lights came back on and there stood in front of me was Ace motherfuckin Alvarez, with that goddamn smirk on his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hiss at him. "Oh, carinõ. A lot of things, but we don't have the time to discuss that right now. What I wanna know is how was last night Knight Ryder?" (Sweetheart)

This fucking guy, I knew he wouldn't leave this alone. "You know I could ask you the same thing, Eugene." I say cockily using his alias the same way he used mine. "To be honest it sounds really hot when you say it." "Ew, you perv." To which he just shrugged.

"Look I don't have any obligation to tell you anything okay. So goodbye." My hand was on the doorknob and was about to turn when this idiot decides to speak. "Oh that's fine, I could just tell your brothers and other people about last night." I guess he moved close to me because I could feel his breath on my neck and it sent shivers up my spine, but surprisingly in a good way, which had literally never happened before because any time a man had been this close to me, made me want to throw up, but for god forsaken reason it was different with this guy.

I swiftly turned around and my breath caught in my throat, I didn't suspect that we would be this close, I mean our noses were almost touching, and I could smell his cologne which was the smell of cinnamon. He didn't notice as his eyes were glued to my own while I pulled out my switch blade.

"You wouldn't make it half way there." He felt a poke on his side and looked down to see my knife aimed at his side. I thought he would look up with a look of pain I, but when his face came up it was filled with pure amusement. I was confused for a second before he spoke his next words.

"You really are sneaky aren't you? Hence the name taken after the badass criminal. It all makes sense. But you see, I also am no fool." I didn't have the proper amount of time to process the fact that this gorgeous, Greek god looking bad boy had seen tangled as I felt a poke on my thigh, and looked down to find a switch blade pressed to my right thigh.

"What do you want Alvarez?" My voice monotonous. "To know why you were at a street fight?" "The same reason you were." I knew why he was there, why you might ask? Because it was clear as day in his eyes, that he wanted that thrill. That escape from reality that he couldn't get anywhere else. "And how would you know?" He asked

"Because like you, I too do it for that rush, that escape from the hell hole that is our lives. I don't know what is going on in yours but it looks just as bad as mine to have eyes like yours, eyes that are screaming to just run away while mouth stays sewn shut." My analyzation must have surprised him, and that gave me enough of a chance to snatch the blade out of his hand and move to the side.

He looked at me, impressed at what I accomplished. "I guess psychopaths do think alike." "Seems like they do, Mr. Holmes." "I'm Sherlock. Then what are you? Moriarty?"

I laugh, as much as I loved Sherlock Holmes, there was something so intriguing about moriarty. I mean the thrill and rush and excitement you would get from the shit he pulled. "Of course I'm moriarty." Closing both the blades. Putting his in my pocket. "The good guys are always so boring. Oh and I'm keeping this as a souvenir of this little....rendezvous." I walk back towards the door. Opening the door and just before I step out I toss him my blade. And one last look I exit the closet and make my way towards class.

The classes up till break were uneventful as usual. At lunch I sat in one of the tables in the far corners of the cafeteria. Elijah had joined me, we both ate our lunch silently and then went about our business. The only classes I was now left with were music and art.

Making my way into the music room, only a few kids were present with the teacher. As she looked up, I could see that she had that same welcoming aura as my last teacher back home. "Good morning sweetheart, you must be Katherine, the new student." I nodded. "Well, the students are still coming in, so we still have time. Now I want to pick any instrument you want, or if you sing we can just simply go with that and I need you perform something for me. This will help me decide which class to put you in and then you will receive your modified time table."

Nodding again, I looked around the room, until I spotted a beautiful grand black piano, almost similar to the one we have at home. Setting my bag down, I sat down on the stool, tracing my fingers over the keys and a familiar and safe feeling engulfed me, the noises around me dulled to bare whispers.

My fingers started moving across the keys on their own accord, and I realised that I was singing I'll be good by Jaymes Young. As sad as it sounds sings like these always meant something to me, there was always something in the lyrics that made me connect to them.

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As the song came to an end the noises around me came back, except this time they were filled with claps and words of acknowledgment. Looking behind me I could see more students had gathered around us and somehow an involuntary smile broke out on my face.

The teacher came up to me "Oh sweetheart that was amazing, you are defiantly going to be in the first group, um... you will be reviewing your revised time table by tomorrow. So you can just sit for the rest of the class so I can go over the students.

The rest of the class was a bore except for a few good kids here and there, I also learned Smalls was in the class. After this was over I headed towards the art room, the same process happened here as well. The teacher told me to sit at any seat and draw whatever I felt like, using any method I liked.

I was happy for the freedom, taking some painted and brushes from the front table I got to work, and by the end of the class I was happy with the result, it was similar to what I drew at home, but I wasn't to unhappy right now because this time I actually wanted something deep like that. And besides the teacher doesn't need to know that this comes from my own experience.

The teacher took my painting with a satisfied expression on her face but didn't say anything to me, saying that I will know my class by tomorrow and so my school day was now over.

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It's been about two weeks now and there has been something strange happening. I mean with my brothers. I already knew that Luca wasn't a big fan of me but lately I have noticed how even Dante and Marco have been acting hostile towards me. That includes them ignoring me most of the time in school and at home.

Rudely bumping shoulder with me and also rude comments here and there, and they always happen to be making sour faces at me while we have meals together. It is starting bother me, those two were only ones in the house I was getting close and I don't want them to pull away right now.

Xander and Alex are always busy with work and barley home, and the other three are now acting like they hate me and I just don't want to end up doing something really stupid because I'm feeling alone.

Anyway right now I am finally dressed, in simple jeans along with a black half sleeves t shirt under a flannel and sneakers, wanting to wear something comfy today given my crappy mood.

I picked up my phone and bag and made my downstairs, as I reached the the living room I noticed the door had been closed which rarely ever happened which made me think that they must be talking about something important. Mafia business. I just knew I had to listen, I don't necessarily know what I was going to do with that information but I just had to listen.

Slowly creeping up to the door I pressed my ear against the door and tried to make out what they were saying, the voices were low but still clear and when I actually heard what they were saying I really wished I never had.

"Okay, Luca can pleas just stop acting like a little bitch, that girl is your sister and I want you to respect her, not come to me with these crazy stories." Xavier said, it sounded like he was simply exhausted. "Wait what stories about Kate?" It sounded like Alex.

"Well let me tell you the whole truth about our lying little bitch of a sister." Luca replied, it sounded like it physically hurt him to say the word sister. "Does any of you know what her life was like back in London? No right, well I found out some pretty interesting information about her." Oh my god what did they know.

It seemed like Marco who continued from there. "Jennifer was in her last school and it turns out that our sister was a first class bully, and I'm not just talking about laughing at nerds bully, I'm talking about full on cyber bullying, hiring little kids bully." Are there fucking serious, I was the person who helped those kids and I only have a barely active Instagram account how the hell would I be cyber bullying someone.

"What? No that can't be." Alex replied, I could hear the separation in his voice, how he truly wanted me to be none of those things. It made a sad smile crack on my face. "Oh but it is and I'm not done yet. As it turns out, our little sister was the school slut. Not just Jennifer but almost every kid would see her come to school with hickeys all over her body, smelling like some cheap men's perfume and some even said that they could smell the beer off of her." Dante completed their rant.

This couldn't be farther from the truth, first those weren't hickeys they were bruises that I couldn't hide well enough, second sometimes when your son of bitch step father decided to have a little fun early in the morning, you don't really have enough time to wash up and get rid of the cheap deodorant smell before you have to go to school. And third, when your no good of a mother decides she is bored and throws a beer bottle at you right before school, you can't really change out of those clothes before getting late for school.

I waited outside for someone else to speak, maybe Alex or Xavier, I waited for at least one of them to defend me, at least one of them to say that they didn't believe this bullshit lie, but no one spoke, I couldn't believe that they actually bought this whole story to quickly , they didn't even bother to confront me they just went along with some unbelievable lies strung together by a blonde fucking bimbo.

This was it, I wasn't going to let them get to me, I quickly rubbed my eyes to get rid of the tears that had gathered. Fixing my posture I opened the doors and went straight to the cupboards to get out a protein bar to eat on the way to school. I could see their eyes burning into me, "I'm walking to school." "What?" Xavier asked behind me. "I said I'll be walking, I already remember the way."

I didn't wait for an answer and started my walk up to school.

The day wasn't really any exciting up till now, just my usual chat with Elijah. And sarcastic conversations with Ace, that somehow always ended up putting me a slightly better mood.

Soon lunch came around. Me and smalls were sitting at our usual table, this time I wasn't really talking, given the conversation I walked in on today, I wasn't really in a good mood. So we were both silently eating our lunch and sadAlyssa didn't notice Jennifer come up behind me, but I did notice when she poured a cold smoothie on me, my body stiffened as I made contact with the sticky liquid.

It took me a second to take in what had happened when I opened my eyes, I came face to face to face with a shocked and terrified Elijah in front of me. I tuners to look at a smug looking Jennifer behind me. Slowly I stood up, got up close to her face and spoke up "Do you have any idea what you just did?" I could see her face falter for a bit but she glanced at the side for a moment and quickly regained her confidence.

"Well, you see I do actually. And you can try the whole bitchy act again but you can't lay a finger on me, not this time." A small amused smile came up on my face. "You wanna tell me why not?" "Well because this time I have the Marino's by my side and they have made it abundantly clear that they like me and they aren't really a big fan of you." My head snapped towards the table my brothers were sitting at and lo and behold, those assholes were laughing, Dante even had his phone out recording this whole thing.

That broke me, that right there ; the laughing, the not caring, the choosing a rando over me, that just tipped the ice burg of my shitty feelings. They really just didn't care at all. Why the hell was I even expecting something more.

Before I could think anymore I picked up my bag pack and sprinted out of the cafeteria. "Hey, hey Kate. Wait up." The voice of Elijah caused me to come to an abrupt stop. I turned to him, still angry, with strawberry milkshake dripping down my eyelashes. "What! What is it?"

"Look I know you're angry right now but where are even going?" He asked his eyes scanning my appearance. "House. I don't think I can be here without bashing that bitche's brains out."

He looked conflicted but finally nodded "Okay, let me just drive you home at least." "I really don't need a ride. I can walk." "Just please don't argue on this, you are not in a good state right now so just shut up and take the help."

You know sometimes I liked how isn't so afraid of me anymore but others, like right now, I hated it. Finally I caved but snatched the keys out of his hands, "I'm driving. I take it up to my house and then you can go back to yours."

The ride up to my house was deadly silent. With me gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. I stopped about a block away not really wanting him to see the big ass mansion. I got out giving him the keys, he looked like he's wanted to say something but I don't give him enough time and just walked back to my house.

One of the maids opened the door for me, she looked shocked to see my appearance, "miss, are you-?" "Not now." Was my answer as I stormed up to my room, throwing my bag on the floor and slammed my door shut. Gripping my hair tight, trying to relive some of the pressure on my mind.

Tears were streaming down my face but not a single sound came out of my mouth. I walked to my bathroom, and looked up at the mirror, I looked awful.

But it was as if a switch had flipped inside of me. My hands coming down from my hair, as I stared at myself in the mirror, a smile that I could only describe as devilish plastered onto my face.

"I guess if they want a bitch, then that's what they're gonna get."

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