Eden High: (A Serial Novel Book 1)

by Silver, Jordan

  Eden High Book 1

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Copyright© 2014 Alison Jordan

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1

  SIAN

  New town: new school, new attitude? Nah, well maybe for necessity’s sake; I wouldn’t have my girls there after all, so I might have to tone my shit down in the beginning, until I get the lay of the land.

  Dad had disrupted my life without a by your leave. He’d gotten a promotion and a fat ass raise. Not like he wasn’t raking in the dough before, but apparently this new position came with a whole slew of other benefits that went right over my head.

  Parents shouldn’t be allowed to muck up their kids’ existence out of the blue like this, but what the hell?

  My brother the jock, was chomping at the bit. This new school supposedly had a better football program and better standing in the Nationals, yadda, yadda, yadda, like I gave a frack.

  All I know is that my final year and a half in high school was not supposed to be like this.

  I was just getting into the groove of things. Mom and dad had just lifted the virgin seal, aka I was allowed to date and wham.

  Right when I was going over my choices, they spring this crap on me. At least we weren’t moving to a rinky-dink nowhere town, but an upscale neighborhood outside of Hollywood.

  Mom was all excited to be rubbing elbows with movie stars and Uber rich types. I was more worried about dealing with stuck up starlet wanna-be’s and their bullshit.

  I’m no slouch in the looks department; any sixteen-year old chick who wasn’t aware of her attributes in this day and age was living under a big ass rock in Nowheres Ville.

  I’m not one of them. I have a mirror or two to attest to the fact that I can hold my own with anything this town has to offer. And I’ve got the ‘tude to back that shit up.

  Still, it was a bit of a bummer to have to pull up stakes and start all over again.

  Adults are the pits, just saying. They seem to think that it’s pretty okay to call all the shots and drag their poor underlings all over hell and back on a whim. Okay that was a bit of an exaggeration, but who can blame me?

  “Sian hon are you still mad at your old man?” Dad kissed the top of my head, which he knows is my weakness.

  I’m ever a daddy’s girl, which makes staying mad at him for any particular length of time a trial, but I was sure gonna give it my best shot.

  “Yes and it’s gonna cost ya pops.” I schooled my face into the sternest expression I could muster before looking up at him as he towered over me.

  Dad was what my friends had dubbed a hottie, gross. At thirty-six he was well built, from his obsessive use of the home gym no doubt, and his coal black hair was still full and boyishly charming as mom likes to say.

  He has my eyes or I have his I should say, so of course they’re gorgeous, a nice deep navy blue. I just wish he’d have given me some of his height too.

  When I was little I use to love riding high on his shoulders or when he would pick me up and twirl me around until my tummy hurt from laughter.

  My family isn’t afraid of showing love and affection for each other, so though I might’ve outgrown the shoulder rides, my dad and I still find ways to share our closeness. It’s the same with my brother and sister as well, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Now, rolling up his sleeves, he took the chair across from me at the table, where I was sorting out my photo stream. I don’t even remember taking half these pictures.

  “Okay doll face what’s it gonna cost me?”

  “Let me see, hmm…what is the disruption of my life worth?” I pretended to ponder the question as he grinned at me.

  This was one of our games that go back to my early childhood. One of those things that I knew would follow me into my adult life.

  As much trouble and sass as I’ve been giving him for the past month or so, when the reality that this was really happening had finally set in, I really do love the old goof.

  “A new car.” I held back my laughter as he glared at me.

  “You just got a new car not six months ago try another one.”

  “Nope, that’s the price you pay, I’ve decided I no longer like the beamer, I want something a little more exotic.”

  “Oh yeah, and what might that be?” He played along giving me the gimlet eye because I’m a first class negotiator.

  I have in the past gotten afore denied goodies by using my stellar skills on the parent unit. I’m so good that both my siblings usually came to me to help them out from time to time.

  I was really having fun with him now though. I love my little red roadster, and though I’m sure that the kids where we were headed would have even flashier rides, I wasn’t interested in the least. I just wanted to yank his chain a bit.

  “How about a Phantom? I’m sure that would soothe my aching heart.”

  “I’ll tell you what Si, in a few years and by few a mean twenty, why don’t you ask your husband, poor soul whoever he is to buy you that car?”

  “Don’t ask if you don’t mean it dad, that’s just mean.”

  “Go finish packing brat we leave early in the morning and the movers will be here before the crack of dawn.”

  “I’m all set dad just a few more odds and ends, I’ll be ready don’t worry. Why don’t you go harass your other off spring?”

  “Nice, very nice way to talk to your old man, especially after he’s bought you something nice.” My eyes lit up as I searched him for the loot. I didn’t see a bag or anything and thought he was pulling one over on me again, as he was wont to do on occasion.

  “Give it up old man.” He grinned as he pulled me up from my seat and led me up to my room, where mom was standing in the middle of the room acting as giddy as a high school kid herself.

  It wouldn’t be the first time these two planned a blitz attack. Mom and dad had had my brother dad’s first year in college, when he was still eighteen and mom was seventeen.

  Her virginity was supposed to be a going away present for her boyfriend, who had waited two whole years for his love to get older and the two dorks had got caught their first time out.

  Of course they only shared part of the story with us kids, but grandma Rose filled in the rest. Grandma Rose is dad’s mom who lives in England, but she’s a whole other story.

  Long story short, our grandparents worked out a deal where dad got to stay in school, mom got to finish high school, while they took care of Jared, that’s the dweeb’s name.

  I don’t think they were expecting me to follow a little less than a year later though, but everything had worked out in the end.

  As was evident by our grand home and the luxury cars both my brother and I had been given for our sixteenth birthdays respectively.

  Anyway, the fact that they had us at such young ages meant that even with the help of their parents, they never really got to have a true teen life, so of course they still acted like two goofs around us kids. We love it.

  “What are you two up to?” I looked from one to the other. I could hear my kid sister in her room with her Disney music on blast. My brother was out with his deadbeat friends, probably getting in his last goodbyes before we went off into the ether.

  Mom stepped away from where she’d been blocking my view of the bed and I almost hyperventilated when I saw the large orange box there. “Mom, don’t play, is that…?”

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�Come on open it and see.” I rushed forward and started ripping the brown ribbon from around the box; my heart was racing. This was almost as good as a car. My first Hermes bag; this was like hitting the jackpot for a girl like me.

  “And my favorite color too, mom how did you pull it off? I thought you said I had to wait until I was eighteen and that it wouldn’t be possible…” I started rambling in my excitement. I’d been begging for one of these luxury bags since I was fifteen, with no luck.

  Mom had a closet full of them, it was some kind of secret thing between her and dad, and whenever he went away somewhere for any length of time, he’d come home with one of these orange boxes for mom.

  She’d get this sappy look on her face and the two of them would whisper and suck face forever until one of us kids threatened to hose them down. I somehow got into the habit of associating that bright orange box with love and romance and I’ve been dying for one of my own since forever.

  Of course I knew now that the dang things cost as much as some cars so I hadn’t fussed too much when I was shot down for the past two years or so. But now! woot.

  Dang I am going to be styling like a diva when we land. It’s probably really tacky, but that little bag made the move worth it. What can I say? I’m easy.

  Wow, the new house looked like one of those McMansion things they were always talking about on the news.

  It was ginormous and the grounds looked like my grandma’s place in England.

  Us three kids ran hell-bent for leather towards the front door, already fighting over which rooms we wanted. I wasn’t too worried though I know their taste.

  Jared will want something in the attic so he can pretend that he’s living alone in a bachelor pad, so he can have whatever brainless friends he makes come over and talk about stupid football.

  Maggie will want the room closest to mom and dad because at eight, she was still very much the baby of the family. And that left every other room inside this beauty up for grabs.

  I ended up with a room overlooking the gardens with a magnificent view of the mountains off in the distance. I felt my first real burst of excitement and spun around hugging myself.

  Of course the first thing I did was break out the phone to take snapshots and send them off to my girls back home.

  There was a tinge of sadness when I was finished doing that, but I squashed it before it could bring me down again. Dad had promised that we could go back to visit sometimes so I would hold onto that.

  For the next couple of days there was a flurry of unpacking and finding things, losing things, panicking because we thought we’d left something that we just couldn’t live without behind.

  We dropped into bed at the end of each night exhausted. Dad was pretty excited about his new office and the new people he would be working with, and mom was playing social hostess to all the housewives who kept dropping by with welcome baskets.

  I had yet to see anyone my age and my brother was already tearing at his chains, he can’t go too long without playing with pigskin.

  Mom had set up salon visits for us for the Saturday before school started. I flirted with the idea of cutting my hair but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  Mom had never got my hair cut, not once. She was an old hippie throwback I guess, so I wore my honey blonde hair straight down my back to the top of my ass.

  I got lots of compliments on it wherever we went, and the truth is, I really loved it and was proud of the fact that it had never been touched.

  It was full and lustrous, so in the end I just had it washed and set. The curls wouldn’t last too long because my hair was thick and heavy, but for the day or two it will last I could enjoy flipping my bouncy curls over my shoulder like a twit.

  Chapter 2

  SIAN

  “Okay, you kids remember to look out for each other today. It’s a new school so there’s bound to be some adjusting to be done.

  Jared I want you to keep an eye on your little sister.” Dad arched his brow over my head like I didn’t know that those words were code for ‘keep any interested males at arm’s length until I’ve vetted them.’

  “Dad, quit it, I can date now remember?”

  “Yes I know pumpkin, but just because we gave you the green light there that does not mean you get to choose.”

  “Dad there’re so many things wrong with that statement, my court appointed lawyer could drive a semi truck through it.”

  “Oh-ho, you haven’t pulled the emancipation card since you were about ten.” He ruffled by beautiful curls and I slapped his hand away while mom grinned and ushered us out of the house.

  Dad and her were taking Maggie to her new school together. I remember those days and sometimes missed them, days when mommy and daddy stood between me, and the world. And all those pesky little things that scared you.

  Suck it up Sian you’re a big girl now. “You ready squirt? I was thinking since it’s our first day and everything that maybe we could ride in together.” My brother the dweeb hugged my shoulders and led me out of the house.

  I guess I hadn’t done a good enough job of hiding my angst. It’s one thing to stand in front of my mirror and pontificate about what I would say and do if anyone got on my bad side, but quite another to actually be walking into the unknown.

  “Fine you can drive us in today, but no football talk, my ears are about to bleed.” The boy eats sleeps and lives the gridiron.

  He came by it naturally, since dad played in high school, college and the league for a few years before he went the business route.

  Dad was smart. He’d played long enough to make a few million before moving on to what he really loved.

  Mergers and acquisitions was his thing and apparently he was very good at what he did, because we’ve never gone without. And now he was doing even better. With a new partnership and a lovely raise, he was pretty much set.

  Jared on the other hand was all about the pigskin; he had no plans on doing anything else. Though mom and dad made it very clear that he had to pay as much attention to his studies or he’d be benched.

  Dad said that since he was in a better place than his own dad had been when he was that age, it’s easier on Jared to make the choices he wanted to make and he’d back him; but he had to do his part and prove that he can be responsible.

  Me, all I had to do was be a girl. Dad is as old fashioned as they come. Mom, Maggie and I are treated like the princesses that we are and I don’t think any of us would have it any other way.

  ***

  I was spared any talk about football because my brother for all that he’s brain dead ninety percent of the time, is a very cool big brother.

  He knew I was nervous about what I was about to face. For boys it’s easy, they just show up, grunt at each other and fall into friendships.

  Add some sort of sport to the mix and it’s a slam-dunk. Me on the other hand, was going to have to find my footing. But I’ve already worked out my strategy.

  I’ve watched enough teen shows and read enough teen lit, not to mention been on the other side of this situation to know, you don’t go to them, you let them come to you.

  My brother had already been to the school, because he had to meet with the new coach and some of his teammates or something. His report had been as was to be expected.

  ‘It’s fine; it’s a school like any other.’ His only interest had been in the playbook and the season lineup, no help at all.

  We pulled into the parking lot fifteen minutes later and it was like culture shock. The kids where we came from had well to do parents as we did. I was accustomed to seeing Pathfinders and BMWs in the student parking lot, along with a Mercedes here and there.

  Their dress style was flashy for our town, you know, keeping up with the video chicks and Seventeen Magazine. But this, this was beyond what even I had expected and I have a huge imagination.

  There were Ferraris and Lamborghinis for lands sake; and would you look at that? Somebody owned a Phantom and in my favorite col
or, if I could ever afford one. Well my favorite unless I could get it in baby pink.

  I looked down at my little denim skirt and my Ralph Lauren limited edition button down with pearl buttons and felt meh.

  Jared sensing my unease squeezed my hand and dragged me along behind him. I was too caught off guard to give him my usual lip about acknowledging my presence in public.

  I was beginning to feel underdressed and kind of new girlish. Of course I could feel the stares and hear the whispers on the wind but I wasn’t feeling brave enough yet to make eye contact.

  So much for being able to hold my own, what the hell happened? These were not teenage girls the way I knew teenage girls.

  I’ve never seen so much cleavage and crotch shots outside of one of Jared’s freaky magazines that he kept hidden under his mattress.

  Jared had stopped in front of some other pigskin drones apparently, and was introducing me around. Somebody mentioned something to him about Jace not being here yet and the conversation went on from there to football of course.

  I fielded a few looks from some of the other girls that passed by but no one approached. When the bell rang I almost clung to my brother like I did that time when I was five and Jimmy Clem pulled my ribbons from my hair.

  I remember Jared had knocked his lights out back then. But this was high school and I was a big girl, and my brother was so excited about being here, I couldn’t spoil it for him.

  “I’ll see you after class Jared.”

  “Listen, sis, if anything happens you come find me okay.” I almost cried; he was being so sweet.

  “Nothing’s going to happen bro don’t worry about me, see ya.” I walked down the hallway pretending to be reading the sheet of paper in my hand but what I was really doing was hiding my anxiety. I want my mommy.

  ***

  By the time I reached my first class I was feeling the strain. Having always been part of the in crowd since middle school or even before then, it was a whole new experience being the new kid.