Nikki's pov

I wake up to the sound of Justin Bieber.
Again.
And it's 6 o'clock in the morning.
Again.

I get up and everything spins around me. Ouch, why do my head hurt so much? Oh yeah, right, I drank last night. It's not really special for me actually...
Flashes of last night appear in my mind. Jace leaving, Max bringing me home, me entering the house and tripping over something, waking my father and Maureen ( and Tracy but that one doesn't count, I did it on purpose ), and finally, collapsing on my bed and immediately falling asleep.

Oh shit. I'm in for some today...I manage to put black ripped pants and a grey crop top and combat boots not wanting to attract a lot of attention. While going to the bathroom, I meet Tracy, singing with her oh so beautiful voice who looks at me like I'm some sort of dirty whore. I raise my eyebrows and push past her. That bitch is really getting on my nerves. I struggle to put eyeliner, eyeshadow and lipstick but finally obtains good results and head downstairs.
This time, the boys are not here and I can't help but be disappointed. Wait wait wait Nikki. What is going on in that little head of yours, huh? What did I tell you? No relationships ( of any kind ) with the boys!
You really need to get your shit together!

I notice my father with a new newspaper opened at a random page. Uhhh...Not so random actually...

I can see my photo and I look drunk. Real drunk. There were paps at that party? Oh shit...I must have been really turnt...I didn't even notice them.
Why can't they stop following me? I mean I may be a famous producer's daughter but Tracy is his step-daughter! Why don't they follow her? They're really getting on my nerves!

I snap out of my thoughts when I see my father looking at me. A scowl is stretched on his face and I immediately understand its not from the way Maureen is touching his thighs even though it makes me shudder inwardly.

I shift on my feet and choose to run from the danger.

Rule one to thrive in this family : Run.
I open the door really quickly and step outside. I spot a sport car in front of the house and a mass of blond hair. Jake.
I do not think before acting and hop in the spot next to him just before a very angry Tracy storms off the house and glares at me like I'm a pile of shit.
She snaps :

- What the hell are you doing in my boyfriend's car??
- Tracy! I always knew you weren't really bright, but I didn't know you were THAT dumb...I am in his car because...because..., I continue doing large movements with my hands, as surprising as it seems, I am going to...school! And the asshole there, you can call him Jake if you want, is taking me there, if he wants it or not!

She scowls at my reply and gets in the back of the car because I already took the front seat.
I turn on the radio and Kesha, Tik Tok starts blasting in the car. Tracy frowns. Guess she doesn't really like Kesha...She must be more into classical music...Who am I kidding? Of course she is into classical music, or opera.

We arrive at school and I hop off the car, all the stares directed to me again. Oh joy. - Hint sarcasm hint -.
I enter the building and spot Tracy who got off the car earlier talking with her bitchy cheerleader friends. Great. Why are they looking at me? I know I'm hot and stuff but I'm seriously not swinging both sides. They get close to me and I can smell their annoying perfume.

They stop in front of me and I raise my eyebrows. What do these fake bitches want?

Notes

Heeeeyy guys! Okay...I know this chapter is annoying, and a filler...but I had to write it because you will see...gnegnegne...*machiavelic smile and double chin while rubbing my hands with each others*
Okay okay...I'm stopping...
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PS : I have nothing against opera but I don't listen to it ( so haters can shut the fuck up! Ooops...I have to be nice...So haters can peacefully ignore my last sentence * grinning * )