I climbed out of bed and changed my clothes before going downstairs. As soon as I walked out of the room, I smacked into Nixon. He gave me an irritated look.

"Seriously? You can stare at us, but you can't watch where the hell you're going? Get out of my way." He brushed past me, bumping his shoulder against mine.

Nixon Gray, the second oldest brother, was eighteen and hated the sight of me. Unfortunately, we were seniors this year, so lucky me. Woo hoo! I got to see him and his charming personality at school and home.

Out of the four, Nixon was the most temperamental. He was always getting into fights, had an attitude, and hated people. I think I'm the only one he hates. I don't even know what I did to him, to be honest.

The only time I've ever seen him be sweet to someone was his mom or some girl he was dating. These were the only two people I think I've seen him be pleasant to in his life.

Then there were his brothers and dad. He was usually deep in conversation with Nash or talking to his dad. Nash and Nixon have always been close. I think they were secretly plotting on how to make my life miserable.

I don't think Nixon would be a bad guy if he had a better personality. He's hot, so he has that going for him but other than that, not much of anything else.

I went downstairs to get breakfast, but it was all gone by the time I got there.

"Oh, Ma and Dad left early, so they already made breakfast. Sorry, you took your sweet ass time getting down here." Nixon smirked. His brother snickered. I shot him a glare as he took a bite of bacon and grinned. At that moment, I didn't like Nixon.

He was moody, rude, condescending, and any other bad thing I could think of now. I had to figure out what to eat before we had to leave for school. As I scoured the cupboards and fridge for food, there weren't many choices. I decided on toast. At least, it was something.

As I waited for my toast, the four of them, besides Nash, got up and left. Good, I didn't want to deal with them, anyway. The toast popped up. As I was getting ready to butter it, I heard the engine roar in the driveway.

"Hurry. Nix is impatient with tardiness," Nash said.

"He wouldn't."

Then I heard him peel out of the driveway.

"Oh, he would." Nash smirked.

I walked to the door. Yep, he left. Great, now I had to walk to school. I grabbed my toast, slapped some butter on it, and made my way to school. On the way to school, munching on my toast, I plotted ways of getting even with Nixon. If he wants to play dirty, I'll play dirty. I know a certain female he has been eyeing at school, and I'm friends with her.

I finally made it to school only to get met with laughs from the Gray boys. God, I hated them. I went to my locker as Katrina and Marcy walked up.

"So, how is life at the Gray house?" Marcy asked.

I gave her a look. "It's jail."

"Yeah, with hot inmates," Kat said.

I rolled my eyes. I watched as the four of them walked by and caught Nixon checking out Kat. Hmm, it would be the perfect time to get even.

"You would not believe what I found out," I said.

"What?" Kat asked.

I leaned into them and whispered. Both Kat and Marcy's eyes got huge as they said, "Nah, uh."

"Yep." I nodded my head.

"Damn, that's a shame because they are fine-looking specimens," Kat said.

"Oh, and spread it around."

"Don't worry. We will," they said.

They walked to their class, and I walked to mine. Check and mate, boys.