Chapter one...



The first rule of Bright Wood High: Never miss a party thrown by Isla. And by Isla, they meant the rich girl with a badass ass, sassy mouth, crazy curves and striking beauty. The kind of beauty that you would never recover from, not ever. Because once you set eyes on Isla, you'd be stunned speechless.

Emerald eyes that gleamed in a way that was somehow sexy. And hair that hung in wispy curls about her face, not a single strand out of place, secured with some expensive gel. And when she just smiled, one would be dazed by her smile that flashed, begging you to admire it.

And you would, not because you had no other option but to, but because it sparkled like stars in the midnight sky, giving off the kind of halo you had never seen, nor would ever see.

This same Isla was throwing a party at her parents' mansion a week to their final exams. She stood on the patio to welcome guests, or maybe it was to show off her hot pink tube top over what was supposed to be a miniskirt, but looked more like a thong that rode up her thighs. She loved it when they took time to check her out, especially Novah, the queen bee. Isla hated her with the hatred of hell. She despised her so much. Novah wasn't half as beautiful as her, but she had an allure of her own that one couldn't resist. She didn't give a damn about what people said about her clothes or whatever.

"Hi Isla." Novah scoffed, running her fingers through her hair.
Isla pouted.

"Skip the fucking pleasantries. You know I'd rather you roast in hell but I just have to bear with you for Craig's sake. And don't you dare pull any stupid stunt here tonight. It's my party, and I'd do whatever I please." Isla rushed the words.

She was already sick of Novah's presence made worse by her perfume.

"Darling Isla. Let's just say it isn't my fucking fault that Craig chose me over you, is it? Look, I don't give a shit about what shit you two had together, but I'm his girlfriend now." She laughed.

"Such a pity that you can't get over your crush on Craig. But I've got good news for you, baby. Keep your shitty hands off my guy, Miss Playgirl."

Isla clenched her fists and tried to stop herself from doing something she'd regret. How...