With dreams of chaos and destruction , June Liera is no stranger to getting her own way . Using what she has to gain the truth , twisting it , bending it to her own will .
She is becoming her fathers worst nightmare.
Then she meets Jett . A messed...
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By the time the sun had set June was thoroughly worn out and ready to crash .
Waving goodbye to Jett as he pulled away from outside her curb after dropping her home , a satisfied smirk on both of their lips as he kissed her goodnight .
She was feeling good , calm and sedated, barely even registering the strange black corvette car that was on her driveway behind her fathers .
Pausing on the doorstep as she looked back at it briefly with lowered brows .
Who's fucking car was that?
"Please not tonight." She groaned miserably up to the darkening sky , taking in a deep breath to gather herself before opening the front door .
Her sense were immediately hit with the smell of warm and spicy food , her nostrils flaring as she looked around at the spotless living room that had been a dump when she left .
Hesitantly walking out into the open , loud chattering voices greeted her ears as she froze in the arch of the kitchen .
Her eyes scanning the unwanted guests in front of her .
There was a tall honey blonde woman seated next to her father at the table with big brown eyes and a nice smile .
On the opposite side and starting right at her were two teenagers , a boy and a girl who's eyes grew wide at the sight of her disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt .
The one on the right had brown short hair close to his scalp with the same big eyes as the now silent woman who was staring nervously back at her .
And the one on the left had the same honey blonde hair but instead her eyes were a soft blue . A bright pink headband holding back her perfectly straightened hair and pretty pale dress.
Finally her eyes met her father and she couldn't stop the scowl from deepening on her face .
He looked anxious and more than annoyed at her . His fingers twitching around the napkin in his hand before he cleared his throat .
