Chapter 1
Abigail’s POV
“Math class is so boring,” my best friend Lauren complained in a whisper.
I nodded in agreement. It was almost the end of the school day. We were sitting at the back of the classroom, completely ignoring our math teacher’s lecture on the Pythagorean Theorem. Beside me, my boyfriend Ryan was texting one of his friends.
“Are you going to Kelly’s party on Saturday?” Lauren asked.
I shook my head.
“Why not?” she pressed.
“I already have plans,” I answered. “Are you gonna go?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Just then the bell rang. We gathered our books and raced out of the classroom. I said goodbye to Lauren and headed to my locker.
As I was putting my books into my backpack, I heard someone come up from behind me. It was Ryan. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he replied. “So, you’re not going to Kelly’s party?”
“No,” I said. “My parents are coming home from London on Saturday and they want to have a special ‘family dinner’ that night.”
“Oh, okay,” Ryan said.
“You’re not going, are you?” I asked.
“Nah,” he said. “I wouldn’t go without you.”
“Good.” I slammed my locker shut and turned around. “Come on, let’s go.”
We walked out of the school building. There was a limo waiting for me in the parking lot.
“See you later, babe,” Ryan said.
“Uh-huh.” I kissed him goodbye and ran over to the limo. Our driver, Thomas, got out and opened the door for me.
“Thanks,” I murmured, getting inside.
I was silent the entire ride home. When I arrived at my house, or rather, mansion, I hopped out of the limo and dashed across the yard to the front door.
It was a warm spring day. I was wearing a light blue t-shirt and gray short shorts. My wavy dark brown hair was pulled into a ponytail.
I rang the doorbell, waiting as a tiny computer inside read my fingerprint. After a minute or two, the door swung open and I stepped in the house.
I was used to being the only one at home, that is, besides our cook and cleaning staff. My parents are secret agents for the CIA and multi-millionaires. Nobody at school knows what they do for a living, just that my family is rich and we live in a mansion with top security. If anybody found out, even my friends, we’d be in trouble.
I climbed up the spiral staircase in the foyer. My flip-flops slapped the marble steps, breaking the eerie silence. At the top of the staircase, I turned and walked down the hallway to my room. I paused outside my door to check my cell phone for text messages. There were none. I opened my bedroom door – and came face-to-face with the hottest guy I’d ever seen in my life.
He was at least half a foot taller than me and had black hair and bright blue eyes. I let out a little shriek and stepped back into the hallway. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” I demanded.
He smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Before I could react, he stepped forward and kissed me. It took me a moment to realize that I was kissing him back. I pushed him away roughly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Get out. Now,” I snarled.
Still smirking, the guy pushed past me and went down the hallway into one of the guest bedrooms. I ran into my room and closed the door, making sure to lock it. I stood on the carpet, breathing deeply. What the hell just happened? I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone. Sitting down on my queen-sized bed, I dialed my mom’s cell phone number and waited for her to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mom,” I said.
“This better be important, Abigail,” my mother said. “I have a meeting to go to in a few minutes.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. “Anyway, I just got home from school and there was some random guy in my bedroom!”
“Oh, did I forget to tell you about that?” my mom said.
“Tell me about what?” I asked.
“One of your dad’s coworkers went missing a few days ago, so his son is staying with us,” my mom explained.
“What?! Please tell me you’re kidding,” I said.
“I’m sorry honey,” she said. “I thought I’d mentioned that to you.”
“No, you didn’t tell me anything of the sort,” I replied, glowering.
“Anyway, his name is Kevin and he’s a few months older than you,” Mom continued.
“Whatever,” I said. “How long is he-”
“I have to go now,” my mother interrupted. “See you on Saturday.” She hung up.
I snapped my cell phone shut and tossed it on the bed. “I hate my life,” I groaned.
and lastly instead of kissing her straight on you should have them just have a 'moment' you know? like a long pause and then maybe a kiss on the cheek before he leaves- to build the tension but these are just suggestions. Other then that I love it 
