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 that her father arrived back home with only fifteen minutes to spare, June was sat pleasantly on the edge of the couch with a large unusual grin on her red lips that instantly put him on edge .
Pausing by the door as he ran his eyes over her small frame , a sharp intake of breath was all that could be heard as he looked at what she had chosen to wear that night .
A large, white button up shirt that she had borrowed from Jett was tucked into a high waited black skirt that she had brought with her from her school days . She had even put on her favourite red kitten heels that stood out against her white lace socks .
Her hair was down in her usual messy curls but she had somewhat made it tamer by clipping small plastic butterflies throughout , her eyes wide and expectant as she looked back over at her father while fighting off a smirk .
She looked like a schoolgirl , a innocent small girl who could do no harm . The perfect first impression , she was sure .
Sighing in relief he smiled small. "You look ... better." he approved , having already changed into a clean white shirt that almost matched his daughters and dark blue denim jeans in the car .
Humming softly , she didn't respond as she watched him hurry around the house for things he would need . Finally bringing a brand new bottle of wine out of the fridge .
"Come on , come on -" he motioned for her to hurry , grabbing his long black coat from the hook and quickly pulling it on .
She was still silent she bent down to pick the hidden blazer up from the floor , slowly siding it over her arms while taking her sweet time . Another thing she had 'borrowed' from jett .
It had been his own perfect idea , though she knew a rather large part of him had offered it to her out of a primal instinct .
He hadn't liked the thought of her having dinner with another boy , so he had given her two items of clothing that smelled like him . As if to say , this one is mine .
Breathing in the calming wood and vanilla musk scent , she could faintly smell a hint of smoke too and wondered if he had worn this to somewhere important where he had smoked and smoked to relieve the stress .
