CHAPTER TWO.

~ Skylar ~

"But dad, why!?" I screamed down my phone to my dad. He was sending me off to live with Noah and Lucas Gilbert for a while, two massive jerks and he expects me to just be fine with it!? This has to be the worst news ever.

"Why cant i just come stay with you for now?" i asked hoping he'd agree.

"Skye, I'm halfway across the world, besides you have school-"

"But I'm on summer break!" i insisted.

"Yeah, for about two more weeks, besides it will give you time to settle in before having to go back to school. I'm sorry Skylar, there's just no other option here" he said firmly.

"Why can't i just stay at home? I'm almost 17!" i shouted stomping my foot on the ground. I was not a happy girl right now.

"Skylar, there is no way you are staying home alone for a few months. No way".

"But-"

"Skylar, it's not happening, get it out of your head and continue to pack your bags. Ok?" my dad replied. I knew there was no point asking again, it would just cause a big row and I'm not in the mood for it. "You're to go there Friday, 2 days time. I have to go, ring me later ok Skye, love you".

"Love you too" i muttered putting down the phone. Ugh, life is so unfair. I stalked over to my closet in my room that i wouldn't be living in again for a while and started chucking clothes, shoes underwear pj's and everything else I'd need into my suitcase without bothering to even fold and make it fit nicely. Why did this have to happen to my family?

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'Beep beep beep'. I groaned rolling over in my bed and slammed my hand down onto my alarm clock to make the stupid thing shut up. I rubbed my eyes and peered through them to see the time, 9:13 am. Friday, time to move in with the Gilbert's. Woo.

I got out of bed and trudged over to my bathroom to take a shower. Twenty minutes later i stepped out instantly feeling better. Strolling over to my closet to find some clothes, i instantly cursed to myself as i stared at an empty closet, remembering I'd packed all of my clothes, not leaving anything out for today. Stupid me. Yanking open my suitcase to grab some clothes, i grabbed whatever was near the top of the mounding heap of stuff. Settling on some ripped denim short-shorts and a white floaty tank top with some gladiator sandals i moped over to my dresser to pull a brush through my long wavy dark hair.

Half an hour later i was ready after unpacking my hair dryer, drying my hair leaving it down my back naturally wavy and repacking my hair dryer AGAIN and applying some makeup i was at the front door with my two suitcases and purse, ready to leave home. And soon enough, i was zooming along the streets of Florida, my hometown in my white Mercedes Benz c63 towards the Gilbert's house, well actually, not zooming, i was going as slow as possible. I was gonna use the excuse of being late from 'getting lost' but my stupid dad had already told them I'd be fine to get there by myself because of the built in sat nav in my car. Stupid technology. 10 minutes later i had pulled up into the Gilberts drive and parked up, they had a big private drive with quite a lot of space, the same as ours. Pulling out the keys and stepping out of the car i glanced around and took a good look at their house. It was big, cream with wooden windows, lots of plants and flowers, a water fountain in the centre of the drive, a bench off the side sat on the grass and a massive stone path that lead up to the huge wooden front doors, it was nice. I walked round to the trunk of my car to get my suitcases out, about to pull them out when a voice startled me from behind causing me to jump and wack my head on the car.

"Let me help you with that".

"OW!" i shouted as i hit my head, hard. The annoying person causing me to hurt myself was actually stood chuckling at me in pain. I spun round to glare at him, only to see Lucas Gilbert pretending to not be chuckling at me... and he was offering me help? Wow, who knew.

"I got it, thanks. And besides, you are too busy laughing anyway" i huffed yanking both the suitcases out the trunk, pulling my purse onto my shoulder and slamming the trunk shut. Going to grab the handles of the suitcases, his two big muscly hands beat me too it.

"No, i insist, you're our guest, let me help" he spoke walking off towards the front door. I was stunned that he could actually be... kind of nice. But then again I'd never spoken to this boy before, he completely ignores me because I'm 'an outcast'. I jogged forward to catch him up.

"Uhh... thanks." i mumbled.

"Not a problem, I'm Lucas by the way" he spoke. Duh, obviously i knew who he was, or did he not even know we went to the same high school?

"I know who you are. I'm Skylar" i replied.

"I know who you are" he mocked me glancing at me, a big smirk on his face.

"Really?" I'm shocked. "We've never spoke before".

"My mom told me about you" he replied shrugging his shoulders. Oh. Ok.

Once we arrived at the front door, he pushed it open dragging my two suitcases in behind him, then left them right in the middle of the hall, and walked off... he left me, on my own, in this house, where i know no one, or where I'm going. What the? Jerk.

"Wait Lucas-"

"What?" he spun around raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing" i spat putting my purse down.

"Whatever..." he mumbled walking back off. "There in the kitchen" he said before disappearing upstairs. I took off my sandals pushing all my stuff out of the way to the side so it wasn't accident prone to anyone, especially me, I'm a clutz. I wandered forwards glancing in each room until i found the kitchen. Finally i found it, and Mr and Mrs Gilbert were sat at the island in the kitchen watching something on the TV that was placed on the wall. I nervously walked in.

"Uhh, hi Mr and Mrs Gilbert" i spoke quietly. They looked up, great big smiles plastered on their faces.

"Skylar! Hi!" Mrs Gilbert shouted running over to me giving me a big hug. She pulled away placing her hands on my shoulders. "My god, look at you all grown up, you're even more beautiful then i remember! If that's even possible!" I looked down blushing, compliments and me do not go well together.

"Thanks Mrs Gilbe-"

"Call me Julie, ok sweetie" she smiled brightly.Then Mr Gilbert walked over giving me a hug.

"Skylar, great to see you again. Call me Steve" he smiled.

"Skylar, where is Lucas? We sent him out to get you..." Julie said her eyebrows furrowed together.

"Oh, he did. But he went upstairs once we got in" i replied.

"Jerk" she mumbled. I laughed then covered my mouth up trying not to sound rude, i just found it funny how she was calling her own son a jerk. She smiled, then i heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They started to get closer and closer.

"Noah!" Julie screeched brightly causing me to jump. "Come in here!".

I turned around to face the door, just as the Noah Gilbert came sauntering into the kitchen, damn he was even more attractive then i thought he was, dark hair sticking up in all angles, his dark brown eyes, his perfect plump lips, his muscly arms bulging from the short sleeves of this plain white tee. When he looked up and saw me he stopped dead in his tracks, staring right at me. His eyes travelled all over my body, from my face down my body slightly showing my tanned toned stomach to my golden long legs, then proceeding back up to stare right back into my eyes. His eyes were twinkling slightly and he even went a little pink himself as he realised i knew he was staring. I blushed and looked away.

"Noah, Skylar's here" Julie spoke. He didn't say anything, just continued to stare.

"Noah, don't be rude" Steve huffed. I decided to be the polite one seeing as i was staying in there house.

"Uhh, hi Noah" i spoke quietly forcing a small smile to appear on my lips, very small. What a jerk, making me feel awkward.

"Hi" he grumbled as he got himself a glass of water, then he walked right back out of the kitchen as if i weren't even here. I turned back around, embarrassed, appalled, shocked. He obviously didn't want me here, neither of the boys did. Lucas was nice when i first got here, but in the blink of an eye when straight into jerk mode. And Noah, i don't even know what happened there. I cant believe I'm being made to live here with these weirdos. Julie and Steve were staring at me apologetically.

"Umm, could you show me to my room please?" i asked politely.

"Sure."

"Thanks" i walked out to the hall to grab my stuff. Oh great, Noah is walking right in my direction, he's not looking, he's gonna bump right into me. I moved as best as i could out of his way, but he still slammed right into me.

"Ow" i spoke after my head slammed into the wall. Noah had dropped his phone and car keys to the floor in a clutter and spilt some water down his top making it go see through, don't stare Skye, i told myself firmly. I bent down to grab his phone for him, being polite, but not realising he did the same causing us both to knock our heads together.

"Ow!" we both said at the same time. I was about to chuckle to try and hide the humiliation of this whole situation, but Noah beat me too it by grumbling

"F*** sake" rubbing his head and grabbing his phone he glared at me. "Watch it will you" he growled then walked away.

I stood there, stunned, upset, and wanting to go home. I'd only been here 5 minutes and I've never felt so unwelcome somewhere in my whole life. Just take me home.

"Skylar, this way!" Julie beamed at me motioning me upstairs. What a fun few months this will be.