Surviving the Sway Boys by Twilight Sparkle (ebook reader .txt) 📕

I look out the window of the limousine I'm currently seated in. I'm on my way to my new home with the Sway family. The Sway family is rich, extremely rich. It's really surprising that my mom and dad had the pleasure of knowing them. Mom. Dad.

The limo passes a small suburban house and I see a father and son playing catch, while a mother and daughter are washing their dog in the sun. The scene causes my heart to swell, and my eyes to tear up. I refuse to let the tears fall, though. I've cried enough tears on the ride here.

The limousine pulls up to a house. I stand corrected...a MANSION! A HUGE FUCKING MANSION! Woah, these parents must be loaded. The driver drives up to the gate, and types in a pin. A beeping noise is heard, and the driver drives through the now open gates.

The driver drives up to the front door and cuts the ignition. He walks around to my side of the limo and opens the door extending his hand to me. I take his hand and allow him to pull me out of the limo. Once I am fully out of the limo, he closes the door and goes to the trunk to get my luggage. I go as well to help him. He opens the trunk and I grab my backpack.

I walk up the steps to the door and debate on whether or not I should knock on the door. Before I can decide on what I want to do, the door opens and out runs a boy. Unfortunately, he runs right into me. As we collide I tumble down the stairs and he just falls on his ass on the top stair...NO FAIR!!! Usually, in these type of situations where the boy and girl collide with each other, the boy would catch the girl keeping her from falling and then say something either super cute or super annoying. It's so not fair that I tumbled down the damn stairs in this situation.  I would love to just lay here, but I can't. I have to be strong and show this boy that he cannot get away with making me tumble down the stairs. I get up and prepare to yell at him but I stop. My eyes widen as they have landed upon a gorgeous boy. He has long blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He is skinny but still has visible muscles. His skin is light brown, almost the color of caramel. He smirks and that makes me realize I'm staring.

"You checking me out princess?", he asks. His voice oh my gosh. NO! Stop that! I cross my arms to show confidence, but really to keep me from shaking at the sound of his voice.

"No! But watch where you're going.", I say to him. He gets up, still with a smirk on his face and I back away from him. Not because I'm scared, just because I don't know anything about this boy, not even his name. With that thought in mind...

"Your name?", I ask him. His smirk widens and his dark blue eyes darken even more if possible.

"Why do you need my name princess? So you can scream it at the top of your lungs later tonight?", he says.

"Ew! Gross! Me getting in the bed with you is as likely to happen as the chance of me winning the lottery. And that chance is 1 in 13,983,816. That's 1 shot in almost 14 million, so I'm NEVER going to get in the bed with you." His eyes grow wide with shock, and then narrow in anger. He opens his mouth to say something, but another boy steps in before he can.

"Jackson leave her alone, it's her first day here.", the new guy says. Jackson is his name. I look at the boy who has just joined this little escapade. He has pale skin and is super skinny. He doesn't look as if he could take down Jackson, but looking at his steel gray eyes I see that he is not someone you want to make angry. So seeing Jackson stomping into the house angrily doesn't surprise me. He runs his hand through his short, curly, brown hair. 

"Sorry about him. He flirts with anything that has boobs and an ass.", the new guy says with a small laugh.

"He's a player isn't he?", I reply. He looks up at me with those intense gray eyes of his.

"Saying he's a player is like saying Lebron James is liked by people.", he said.

"Explain."

"Lebron James isn't liked by people he's loved by people, and Jackson isn't a player he's a manwhore." At this sentence, I start laughing and after a moment he does too. He holds his hand out to me.

"Sway. William Sway, but my friends call me Will." I shake his hand.

"Jones. Faitheny Jones, but my friends call me Faith."

"Faitheny eh?", Will says.

"Yup the one and only." 

"Well Faitheny, do you have "faith" that we can become really good friends?" I chuckle at Will's wordplay.

"I have plenty of "faith" in this newfound friendship." 

"Good. Introductions aside, would you like to come in and meet the gang?"

"Uh, sure."

Will opens the door.

When you first step into the house, it's like you are stepping into a 5-star hotel lobby but MUCH bigger, and fancier. There are two grand staircases, one on the left and one on the right. The staircases meet at the top in an elegant, homey way. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling in the middle of the room. It's one of those chandeliers that people in movies use to capture people or animals/creatures. Instead of the chandelier being old and rusty, it looks newly furnished, and it glimmers in the light. There are two hallways that lead two different directions. 

In my peripheral vision, I can see Will staring at me and slightly chuckling at my 'awed' reaction. I turn to him, simultaneously closing my mouth. 

"Are you sure you're not renting this house just to impress me?", I ask him.

"Trust me, if we were renting this house it would cost more than the current price of utilities put together. And we certainly wouldn't be renting this house just to impress you." I fake pout. "Hey cheer up. I was just joking." He sounds like he really means it like he really thinks he hurt my feelings. I just have to laugh. 

"You didn't really hurt my feelings. I was just feigning hurt, you know...acting?", I say to him. He looks surprised at first, and then a look of admiration is visible on his face. 

"You know...with those acting skills...I bet you could be an...actress.", he tells me. 

"Oh come on, it was clear I was faking it. You're just really gullible."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm-" I cut him off. "About meeting the other guys?", I ask him. He gray eyes widen and he throws a palm against his forehead.

"Geez I'm sorry, I completely forgot. Hang on a sec." He walks over to an intercom that I didn't see on the wall at first and pushes a button. "Sway Boys emergency meeting." He then proceeds to do some clapping pattern, almost like...he's confirming that it's him. In a matter of seconds, I start to hear rumbling around the house, and the ground starts vibrating. 

"ARE WE DUE FOR AN EARTHQUAKE?", I have to yell to be heard. Will chuckles at me.

"NO, THAT'S JUST THE BOYS RUNNING HERE! DON'T WORRY...IT'LL BE OVER SOON!", he yells back. 

He was right.

Soon after he said that the rumbling stops, and standing around Will and I are nine gorgeous boys. Jackass-Jackson- not included. I suddenly feel overly exposed in my short skirt and floral half shirt that stops above my belly button. 

"Man, what the hell Will? What's the emergency?", one boy asks. He has dirty blonde hair and striking green eyes. His skin is peach like the color. Will look at him with his piercing gray eyes, and gestures to me.

"This is the emergency. Our new guest has arrived." All the boys' eyes land on me and simultaneously widen. At this moment I wish the ground would open up, and swallow me. Unfortunately for me, it doesn't.

"This is the person, well girl, that's moving in with us?", another boy asks. This boy has chocolate brown eyes, and jet black hair. Will nods.

"She's already met Jackson and me of course, now I want all of you to introduce yourselves. Just say your name and age.", Will says.

"What the fuck is this an icebreaker?", the boy with dirty blonde hair and green eyes asks. 

"You could think of this that way if you want.", Will says. Other boys look like they want to protest but when Will glares at those boys they sigh and start introductions. The dirty blonde walks up to me and holds out his hand. I notice that he has freckles literally everywhere on his face.

"I'm Asher, but my friends call me Ash, and I'm 16 years old." I shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Ash." He glares at me.

"I said my friends, which you are not included in." He stomps off down one of the hallways. I stare at him as he stomps off. What the hell did I do to you? I don't have time to think much about it, though as the next boy is walking up to me. 

"I'm Martin, and I'm 17 years old." This boy has chocolate brown hair and amber eyes. He's wearing horn-rimmed glasses. I shake his hand. 

"Nice to meet you, Martin."

"Wish I could say the same.", he replies. What the fuck is up with these boys? Will points to a boy that looks just like him. The boy has gray eyes and short, brown, curly hair.

"That's Jesse and he's 18 years old." Jesse walks up to me. I shake his hand and he goes to stand next to Will. This time I don't bother saying nice to meet you. The boy with jet black hair and chocolate brown eyes walks up next, but instead of holding out his hand for me to shake, he tries to hug me. I panic and flip him over my shoulder. I can do with the handshakes, but physical contact like hugs...I've never been a particular fan of. I look down at the poor boy I mercilessly flipped.

"I'm really sorry about that.", I say to him. I look up at the other boys and see five pairs of eyes staring back at me. I hear the boy I flipped groaning on the floor.

"Sorry.", I say again.

"Damn woman.", is the response I get.

"Come on," Will helps the boy up and helps him stand, "dust yourself off and introduce yourself now."

"My...my name...is...Delance right? Yeah...my name is Delance and I'm... how old am I again? 16? 17? Yeah, I'm 17. Okay. My name is Delance and I'm 17 years old.", he says. Will shakes his head at Delance, and I give a shy smile.

"I'm gonna take Lance to the kitchen to get an aspirin. You guys, finish introducing yourselves. I'll know if you don't