The Badboy and His g**g

Briiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggg!!! The school bell rang, signalling the end of the school term and the beginning of break. My long black hair whipped in my face as I was yanked backwards and spun around. "What the hell?" I asked as I came face to face with my blonde, best friend. Jumping up and down she screamed excitedly, "Guess what! Guess what! Guess wh-" "What?" I whined, cutting of her excitement for a moment. Her smile faltered for a second, and she pulled back her left arm and punched my right arm, I held my arm on the spot she punched me and she burst out laughing hysterically. "Are you going to tell me now or are you just going to laugh the whole time?" Boredom laced my voice. I was now waiting with Stella, for her parents to come pick her up. Her car was currently in the shop and she didn't want to ride on my "death trap on wheels" as she oh so lovingly calls my motorbike. I walked over to a bench in the parking lot where her parents would pick her up. She followed behind me silently and suddenly jumped on my back making me almost stumble to the floor. But at least I didn't as I grabbed hold onto the nearest bench I could and steadied myself. "Kenzy!! Look what you did!" Stella screamed in my ears accusingly. "You almost made us fall to our deaths!" "You i***t! I didn't make you unexpectedly jump on me when I was walking!" Suddenly she just jumps off. "Stell. Where are you going?" I sighed dramatically. "O! I got to go, my parents are here. Oo and by the way I won't be able to hang out this break, Cause we're going to Paris!!" She says, jumping around. "Oh, ok." I said a little disappointed. "Love you Kenzy Cooper! I'll call you. K?" She said before getting in the car. "Love you too Stella Hayes!" I yelled back. I watched as the car sped away from where I stood, leaving me standing there alone. Looking around me, everyone was already gone. Well, almost everyone. I saw Nathan, the school's Bad boy, and the rest of his group standing by the only two cars left over in the parking lot. Also with them was my twin brother, Danny, he has been friends with them since we moved here six months ago. I met Stella also when we moved here and she's the only person I clicked with. At least Danny never spoke about me with them, hopefully never even mentioned he had a twin.  They were all standing there looking at something across the parking lot. And guess what they were looking at? My bike. Hah. I bet they're not expecting me, a girl to ride it. Or even own it. They laughed and started getting in the car's as I walked to my bike, getting the keys out of my back pocket of my blue ripped skinny jeans. I hopped onto the bike and pit the keys in the ignition, waiting for a second before I started it. "You just going to sit on someone else's bike. That's just weird." Nathan yelled out of one of the cars. Looking at them, I saw Danny with a knowing smirk etched onto his lips... He knew it was my bike. The car erupted with laughter, well except for Danny, as I started my bike. Sending Danny a wink I adjusted my phone in my pocket so it wouldn't bother me on my way home. I sped out of the parking lot leaving a trail of dust to where the two car's still stood. Stopping before turning into a street, I saw the two car's starting to come closer to me. I rode further turning down a few streets and then turning down into mine. The car's where still behind me and I frowned as I turned into the brick driveway of our two story house. I left my bike in the driveway because I may or may not be going out tonight. I didn't see my parents cars. Going into the house I went directly into the kitchen. Walking around the kitchen, I saw a note on the marble kitchen counter and trudged over to it. Picking it up it read: Dear twins, Please do not break the house or burn it down (Danny). Kenzy please take care of you brother.  We will be gone for a month if not longer... We filled each of your bank accounts with 10 thousand each. We know it's a lot but just in case. Love mom and dad. "Ughhh," I sighed out in frustration, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. "Danny's going to flip," I voice my thoughts. He always gets mad when mom and dad leave without saying goodbye. "O, well!" I sigh and put to the note back on the table for Danny to see. Walking up the stairs, I went into my room and straight towards my speaker system. Turning it on I put it on max volume and the first song to come on was, remember when (push rewind) by Chris Wallace. I was busy dancing around and singing, at least I'm good at both, I've been dancing since I was 5 and singing since I was 7. I've won a lot of competitions and championships. I was enjoying myself until I heard the front door slam shut, and then nothing because of the blaring music.  I walked down the stairs leaving the music just as it was and didn't see anybody. Halfway down the stairs I decided not to bother with it and turned around. When I brought my foot up to take my first step back up to my room. I was pulled back and I let out a scream when suddenly someone caught me. "Danny you i***t!" Were the first words out of my mouth. Well that was until I actually saw who caught me...