"Summer, sweetie come-on hurry up, you are going to get late." I groan as my mom shouts.

"Coming mom." I pick my bag up and run downstairs where my lovely mom is busy doing the dishes.

As I approach her, she kisses my forehead and crosses her fingers, making a gesture of good luck.

"Luck is always at my side mom." I giggle at her cute act and remind her.

"It's not for you-" I pass her a confused look as she completes her statement, "-it's for those students who have to face my fierce daughter. I hope they survive." She states with a hint of amusement but more seriousness.

"What makes you think that? It's not like I am going to create trouble for myself out of no reason on the very first day of my new school." I pout offended, earning a look from her which says nothing but; Sweetie, I know you like the back of my hand.

Well, truth be told she is not entirely wrong as my past records are not very pleasing when it comes to acclimatizing to new school's atmosphere however  I wouldn't blame me for it as the hostile behavior of students towards newbies is something I am not able to stand.

"She is not going to beat her fellows this time, I assure you," a voice comes from my back and I jump in the arms of the voice owner as I speak in a hushed tone. "Oh, I can't promise that, Dr. Wilson."

My father engulfs me in his arms and pecks my cheek before pulling me out of his hug. "You can't stand for the whole school, love. Even if you want to help others but it's not possible for you alone to fight against all the bad people in the whole world," he contends making me aware of the reasons why I had been into trouble in the past.

There is one thing in my life  I really hate and that is bullying. I don't care where and why it happens but the justice driven person in me forces me to act on impulse every time when I run into a bully. So, there had been incidents at my previous schools too where I had beaten the crap out of people who had dared to lay a finger on those around me.

My parents always believed that I was able to deliver a few punches to guys because I have taken so-called self-defense training in my gym.  What they don't know is that their only daughter is one of the most feared street fighters in the whole country. I have never lied to my parents about anything except this. I never wanted to keep this a secret too but what my parents always wanted was a normal girl. Being medical practitioners they have their own ethics regarding saving the lives of common people and treating unhealthy ones. I can't even imagine the look on their faces if one day all of a sudden they get to know that their daughter is someone who breaks bones and even kills people in worst cases and the patients they treat could've been the ones their own daughter has offered to them. I dread that day so much that I try my best to keep my secret hidden even from the whole world in order to keep it away from them.

"I know I can't, dad." I sigh and look up to meet his creased dark patched eyes, which shows tiredness but still look youthful anyhow.

"This high school is different and way too renowned, Summer. If it hadn't been for my old acquaintance I wouldn't be able to have you enrolled in there. I don't think stirring up trouble there, would be any good," he speaks, "So, I want you to stay out of trouble this time. Could you do it for me?" He requests further in a much softer tone to which I nod and then kissing my hair, he hands over the keys of my Buick encore, my baby which was gifted to me on my sweet sixteen by my parents.

"Then, all the best baby girl, and I love you."

"Love you too, dad" I reply and hurry towards my car as I am already late.

After what seems like hours, I reach my destination that is Riverbank high school. I park my Buick somewhere in a parking lot where not enough space is available but still I manage to and my jaw soon drops when I lay my eyes on Buggati Divo in its divo racing blue colour...my dream car.

The cars parked near it are in a row, all of the expensive brands. It seems that the row is specially made for the rich billionaires' spoiled kids and at the very moment, I acknowledge the fact that I have enrolled myself not only in a top-ranked high school but a luxurious platform for rich ostentatious teens. I glance once more at my dream car before shaking my head and walk towards the entrance of the school.

The wind howls as the students arrive through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. It isn't very difficult to differentiate between the newcomers and the proud, tall seniors as there is nervousness and hesitation evident in the faces of newbies unlike me who is marching through the halls like I fucking own the school.

I make my way through the crowded halls with a print out of schedule in my hands. As soon as I think of asking someone for help, the bell rings, and students start to run to their respective classes like sheep running in all directions.

Finally, after several minutes of struggle, the classroom with number 108B appears where my first-period class i.e of  AP business studies is supposed to be taken. I hastily enter the room but unfortunately collide with something...or maybe someone.

"Ah," a girl squeals, and though she manages to not fall on the ground by the collision but apparently she turns to face me with such a  fierce and disgusted look as if I did it on purpose.

"How dare you hit me?" She scowls and asks with a raised voice.

Hit!..really? I just bumped into you and that too unintentionally.

To my relief, the teacher is nowhere to be seen but I realize that I've grabbed the attention of all the students who were chatting and enjoying themselves before witnessing my clumsy arrival.

"I am sorry. Actually, I was in a hurry and didn't see you." I apologize to her politely.

I look at her properly and notice that she is beautiful, having long pink-tipped blonde hair, glowing skin but the heavy make up she is wearing is hiding her actual beauty.

She must look more beautiful without it.

"Sorry? Huh..." she says with a bitter laugh. "You bumped into me, and if I hadn't balanced myself, I would've fallen and my dress would've been dirty by now," she approaches me and continues while pointing at her dress and by the time I realize she is one of those students who are most pleased by the fact that the school doesn't have a dress code.

"Do you think a poor filthy creature like you could have afforded it?" She utters harshly.

And now I would like to add that she is barely beautiful outside, dark at heart. How can someone be so arrogant, even when I'd apologized whereas it wasn't fully my mistake? It was she, who was creepily standing right at the entrance.

But as I have already decided to not get involved in any of the fights for the sake of my parents and here on the first day of school I am on the verge of getting myself into a verbal fight so I try to calm myself down and think of apologizing once again, maybe with little more sincerity, avoiding the fact that she just called me a filthy creature.

"Look, I am really sorry. I really didn't mean to bump into you. I was being late for this class so was trying to make it on time."

"You are in this class?" she smirks while running her eyes all over my body, from head to toe, trying to intimidate me. I cross my arms across my chest and nod while trying to smile politely and the keyword here is trying.

 Sorry, arrogant beauty but the person who can give me shivers just by a mere gaze hasn't born yet.

She seems to be taken back by the failure of her futile attempt of intimidating me and resorts to a new method, the one that I hate the most.

 "Eww, do you even have any idea, how awful this shirt you are wearing, is? How come a shabby person like you got admission in our school," she scrunches her nose in disgust and turns to face a group of girls, standing right beside her which I fail to notice before. They mirror the disgusted looks before laughing at me.

"You are so damn right, Brittany. She looks so hideous," one of the girls with orangish hair from the group comments, and she also speaks some gibberish about my body.

I am wearing a white loose tee with black track pants. I love baggy clothes because a.) They are comfortable and b.)  I have been using them to cover my marks on the body I get from the fights. So, to be honest, I am well aware I don't look very pleasant right now but girl, hideous, seriously?

I have a very decent body, curves in all right places, and above all, I am very comfortable with it and carry myself with much more confidence than all of these fake dolls, which surely adds on to my beauty. So, I must have considered it if she would've remarked over my grades, especially in mathematics or something but using my body and my looks to demoralize me is utter stupidity. Well, I guess she is not the sharpest tool in the shed. I smile to myself proudly not too long  before my subconscious  gives me a snarky remark, "Narcissist."

I choose to ignore my subconscious and avert my eyes in the direction where that 'hideous' remark came from. "I was going to give you a nasty look for that comment but I see you've already got one," I speak feigning pity in my voice. The redhead opens her mouth and then closes again as if trying to find a comeback but fails miserably. Meanwhile, I step closer towards the supposed Brittany girl who started this all and apparently she turns pale,  "And you miss fancy pants, just because you have a collection of this type of clothing in your closet which leaves very  little for the imagination - " I point at her dress and continue  "- doesn't give you the right to comment on others' dresses and their dressing style." Right after making that statement, I step away from her, not liking the idea of scaring my classmate on the very first day of my school.

I hear few gasps and muffled laughs whilst  Brittany stares at me in disbelief and slight embarrassment, like this is the first time someone insulted her or technically stood up for themselves in front of her.

Instantly, I feel sorry for commenting on her dress. It is her choice and nothing is wrong with it if she is comfortable in that quite revealing dress even in a place like school but she asked for it. She shouldn't have started this verbal abusing game with me as unlike others I don't believe in waiting for karma to strike someone on time. I simply become one if there's the need.

By now, the students are laughing and gossiping about me, the new transfer student being sassy and badass. I overhear few girls from the group beside Brittany, muttering that how can I insult the most popular girl of the school.

Oh! so, Brittany is the most popular girl of Riverbank high school, a queen bee indeed. It's quite easy to understand her demeanor now. Being rich by birth and then being the most popular girl of a  high school can make anyone act like an arrogant bitch.

"Do you know who I am?" Brittany says menacingly not showing any sign of ending this verbal battle.

Duh! Why she is not giving up?

"I don't even know what I had for breakfast. Why would I know you?" I let out a chuckle before hardening  my expression again, "But Yes, I certainly know that you are the girl who doesn't know how to introduce herself properly."

"Shut the **** up, you-" she roars and is about to prance at me but a male voice halts her in between.

"Aren't you too aggressive today, Brit." She pivots her head in the direction of the sound  and so do I to see the intruder and my breath practically hitches for a moment when I behold the sight, a very handsome guy just like an angel stands up and advances towards us from the last desk. I ogle him shamelessly until something unusual catches my eyes...the desk.

There is a very different seating arrangement in the classroom, divided into two separate portions of desks with a wide passage parting them. The whole class is fully filled with students but the desks at the last row of the left portion are occupied by only three guys, one of whom is approaching us now, whereas the desks around the three of them even in the front row to them are empty. It is like either they are untouchables or the highly mighty nobles like in historical times and somehow my intuitions confirm that it must be the latter because all three of them are sexy as hell. Their faces are glowing with strong facial features.

Oh my, they are angels. Am I going to have classes with angels!?!

I notice one of them with dirty blonde loose curls bearing a playful smile on his face. He looks so boyish and handsome and the boy sitting right next to him with copper hair is expressionless. He stares at me but the eye contact with him didn't last long as one of their friend from their 'angelic group'...that's what I'll call them, after strolling towards us starts to admonish Brittany but not so seriously. From close, I could see a tattoo running down his neck and contemplate that naming him an 'angel' is not a mistake for sure.

"It's none of your fucking business Reid, just stay out of it." Brittany grits, her words directed to him.

The supposed tattooed guy, Reid leans in closer to her as he speaks, "You were so submissive in confined four walls back then. Alas! I would've liked this attitude much more in my bed." Barely this statement makes her go all red and she is easily intimidated by him and though this conversation was meant to be for only these two but unfortunately my extra sensitive ears became the witness making me stare at him wide-eyed, jaw ajar for such a crude comment. He smirks at me, well aware that I heard him and takes a step forward, giving the appropriate time to Brittany to overcome and extends his hand in my direction.

"I am Reid Lynchard."

"Summer Rose Wilson," I reply and firmly exchange the greetings.

"You are quite feisty and bold. I like such girls," he smirks and invades my personal space.

Of course, you like such girls in your bed. ****! Suddenly, I am overcome with the waves of nausea. No doubt, he is sexy and handsome but man whores are clearly not my type.

"Oh, that's I am. For sure."  I mirror his smirk while taking a step back restoring my personal space and immediately his smirk drops turning into an impassive expression ha! told ya, you guys can't intimidate me.

Before Reid can say something else, the redhead who called me ugly before, yells at me. "You slut, it's your first day and you are already seducing guys, you need to learn a lesson," it takes me by surprise when she pushes me hard, hard enough to cause me to stumble back and fall.

"Natasha!" I hear Reid yell, but too late for that. My reflexes are not so bad that I couldn't see her coming to me and pushing me but just to act normal and let them feel content I let her do it.

As I am awaiting to land on the floor by not so impactful push of the redhead, whose name must be  Natasha. Unexpectedly it doesn't happen. I slowly open my eyes to assess the situation only to find myself in the arms of a man, a beautiful, mother- frickin gorgeous man.

Holy Shit...What kind of cliché scene is this?

If earlier I said Reid and his two friends sitting at the last to be angels and from an 'angelic group'  then this person right here in front of me must be a god himself, the creator of all those angels. To say he is beautiful would be an understatement. I take all his features in, from his broad muscles to his blue eyes, so blue...stripping my soul and a bit familiar. He looks into my emerald orbs and for a split second his gaze travels up to the scar on my left brow and he stares at it as if trying to recognize me.

I observe his dark brown tousled hair and suppress the urge to run my fingers through those dark untamed locks to make him look messier. With those deadly features, he just oozes sex appeal but with a hint of danger.

I never felt this way with anyone around before, but his aura is making me feel something different. I gulp and I am practically drooling until this sex-god with astounding sexual prowess decides to straighten me up with a jerk.

"I a..m s-sorry," and then the stuttering voice of the redhead reaches my ears.

Oh, now you are sorry after pushing me and frightened too...good you should be.

As I look up, I see her blinking erratically at the sex-god in utter fear and yes I am going to call him with this name until I get to know his real one.

She looks at him petrified, wait ..what?

Why she is apologizing to him? I was the one who was pushed. I deserve an apology, not him!

Without accepting the red head's apology and ignoring her, the sex god moves towards the desks, along with Reid without sparing a second glance to me too....they are friends? Reid cranes his neck and gazes at me for a moment before winking and following him.

"Hey thank-" as soon as I decide to thank him for catching me on time, a student's holler cuts me in between.

"Mr. White is coming, please get settled."

While both the redhead and that Brittany girl give me bleak looks and walk towards their respective seats, I spot a third desk on the extreme left where a girl is sitting alone and choose to sit with her.

She looks quite and serene. She has black shoulder-length hair and looks Asian.Before settling I glance back towards the last desk where that sex God gets seated  and it doesn't even surprise me a bit that he is sitting with those three angels.

Something is very fishy about these four...and I will know it soon.