SWAG! YOLO! HASHTAG! TURNUP! I hate those words. Like, hate them with a passion. Hi, I'm Jaiden. I hate my school, and the people at it. ESPECIALLY Treylon Riddle. He's the worst swagfag of them all! I mean, seriously. I can't stand him! Don't give me that look! I don't like him! I hate him! Plus, I like the new boy...


1. Chapter 1

"TURN UP BRO!" I clutched my binder tighter and continued to walk toward the exit. Everyone around me was hurrying towards the doors to start their Friday nights. I swear I'm going to kill them one of these days. All of them. The #SwagYolos. It's okay to say swag or yolo sometimes, but if you're one of those people that say 'SWAG! YOLO! TURN UP!' after every few words, you can get pretty annoying.


I turned around to see my friend Hailey running towards me. We've had each other's backs since forever, and honestly, I have no idea how we became friends. We were complete opposites. While she was running towards me in her Hello Kitty shirt and hot pink jeans, her yellow Vans slapping on the tile while her light brown hair whipped out behind her, I stood patiently, my athletics hoodie, jeans, and grey Nikes looking pretty dull compared to her colorful attire. As she ran, papers flew everywhere and she stopped to collect them.

    Of course, unable to let a 'golden opportunity' pass, Treylon Riddle -the worst SwagYolo of them all- appears out of nowhere with his Iphone.

"This is too funny. I gotta put this on InstaGram," He had a dreamy sort of expression.

"Drop the phone, Riddle," I said tiredly, stepping in between them.

"Move out of the way, you social reject! This is gold," Treylon said, making a shooing motion with his hand.

If there's one thing I hate more than being called out of my name, it's being told what to do. I snatched the phone out of his hand and threw it carelessly over my shoulder.

"My Iphone!" Treylon screeched. Out of nowhere, he slapped me across the face, causing my vision to blur, although I didn't fall. When my vision went back to normal, he was looking at me with wide eyes, along with everyone else in the hall.

"Oh my god. Jaiden, I am so-"

"Don't waste your breath. If you so much as look at me again, I'll break all of your little gadgets and flush them down the toilet," I hissed before turning on my heel and continuing toward the exit. Hailey followed me. Everyone in the hall stared at me as if I was a foreign object, and frankly, I wasn't used to being the center of attention. I hated the 'spotlight' and all that popularity crap. I let out a frustrated scream and slammed my fist into the locker beside me, causing Hailey to squeak and run away. Good. I didn't craddle my throbbing -probably broken- fist as I walked out of the building. In fact, I willingly let the blood from my hand drip onto the clean white floor.

   When I got home, I ignored my foster mom, brothers and sisters, and stalked angrily up to my room. I lived with Dhana, the lady that adopted me; Quinton and Quincy, my two brothers (they're 16 year old identical twins); and my sisters, Sadi, Samantha, and Sarah (they're 5 year old fraternal triplets.)

"Yo, Jay, you alright?" Quincy asked, poking his shaggy blonde head into my room. Quincy and Quinton's only difference in appearence was  that Quincy had small birthmark just under his right ear.

"Fine, just had a long day," I sighed as I dropped my bag on my bed and grabbed bandages from on top of my dresser.

"Something happened," He decided, shutting my door. He literally towered over me, even though he was only a year older.

"It's nothing, ok! Nothing that concerns you!" I snapped, irritated. Any suspicions he had about me were probably confirmed, because I never snap at him. To be honest, Quincy's my best friend.

"Sorry, I'm just really pissed off right now," I apologized, wrapping the bandges around my bloody hand and securing them.

"That much I can already tell. I can also tell that you aren't going to tell me why," He said with a goofy grin, "I'm psychic, and I see a trip to Dave and Busters with your favorite brother in the near future," He said in a really bad accent. Nonetheless, I still got really excited.

   When we got home, I was exhausted, I went to bed and fell asleep withing minutes.


    The next morning, I brushed through my tangled silver-white hair -yes, it's dyed- and threw on my athletics shorts and too-big Adventure time t-shirt along with my favorite fluffy purple socks. It's not like I was going anywhere. My phone rang nonstop, so I finally just turned it off. I played Batman Arkham Origins until around noon before anyone bothered me.

"Jaiden, could you come downstairs," my foster mom, Dhana, asked. She didn't like when we called her mom because she said it makes her feel old. Which she wasn't. She was only 27, and way too young to have adopted 6 kids, with the oldest being 16. But hey, who am I to judge?

"Sure," I paused my game and followed her downstairs. Downstairs, sitting in what just so happened to be my favorite chair in the whole house, was Treylon.

"Umm, hi Jaiden," He said, looking uncomfortable.

"What the hell?! What are you, of all people, doing here?" I asked angrily.

"JAIDEN! That is no way to treat a guest!" Dhana exclaimed.


"No buts. Be nice! I'm going out to get something for lunch. Watch your sisters, and for heaven's sake, don't let Quincy burn down the house," She said sternly, grabbing her purse and car keys. Even though Quincy is older than Quinton by a few minutes, he's one of the most immature people I know.

"Sooo..." Treylon said awkwardly once Dhana had left.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Hey, you heard the lady. Be nice. Nice socks, by the way," He snorted. And the egotistical douchebag was back.




Treylon's p.o.v.

I have to admit, the twerp did look pretty adorable.

"To hell with being nice! What. Do. You. Want?" She seethed, practically screaming.

"Just to apologize for yesterday. It was an accident," I said truthfully. I really didn't mean to actually hit her. I'd never purposely hit a girl. Even one as lame as Jaiden. Plus, I needed to take a picture with her and put it on instagram. If I put #ApologyAccepted, then people would stop thinking I'm a jerk

"So your hand accidently went up and came into contact with my face?" She asked sarcastically, mimicking me hitting her. I noticed that her left hand was all bandaged up.

"What happened to your hand?" I asked curiously.

"Punched a locker. It was either the locker or you, and I can't afford another suspension," It was true. She'd been suspended for fighting more times than I can count. I heard that if she gets into another fight this semester, she'd have to go to disiplinary school.

"Wait a minute. You punched a locker and almost broke your hand just bacause of me?" That stung. I mean, it was obvious that she hates my guts, but geez.

"You know, now that I think about it, we're not at school now. Why not?" I had no idea what she was talking about. Then, she started advancing toward me.

"Quincy!" I heard a little voice scream from the stairs behind me.

I turned to see a little girl, no more than five, watching from the bottom step with a curious expression. Her ginger hair fell around her in waves, and the freckles on her face stood out against her pale skin.

"Sam, where's Sadi and Sarah?" A blonde boy asked, decending the stairs slowly. He's what you would call, 'an avenging angel?' I don't know. His hair stuck up in all places, and the light shined to where it looks like a poofy halo was surrounding him.

"Dunno. Jay's bout to hit that guy. But he hit her first," Sam said matter-of-factly.

"What?!" He asked, looking over at me, his expression darkening.

"Look Quincy. It's nothing, alright?" Jaiden said calmly, athough she looked panicked.

"Is he the reason you were pissed off yesterday?" 'Quincy' asked somewhat angrily.

"Umm, yea. But it was barely a tap, ok? See, I'm fine. No bruises," She said, gesturing to her cheek.

"You slapped my sister?" He turned his attention toward me, his gaze hot and angry.

This isn't gonna end well.

Pic. of Jaiden. *Sorry if you're on the app and can't see it!*

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