California. The city of angels.

Smells infused the nostrils of Lillie Marie. A hint of the sun burning through the cheap interior of her best friend Anna's car, mixed with different typical teenage scents brought a smile upon the fragile seventeen year old. Her secret? Lillie had been diagnosed with a serious heart condition at 5.

Her parents treated Lillie's condition strictly, taking away the life of a once happy little girl. Miss Marie refused to let her daughter live an average life. Odds were against her survival past the age of 25. Lillie wasn't a loud to attend regular secondary school like most girls either. Enrolling into the prestigious west side academy, Lillie was given a chance to enjoy life with other girls her age in a protective environment not far from home. This allowed for her care for incase of an emergency and still get an education with other kids her age.

"Turn that shit up Anna!" The girl's guy mate Jake boomed from the backseat.

"Turn your mouth off" Anna demanded, turning herself swiftly around to give Jake the look of death.

Lillie snuck her fingers up to the dial, turning the music louder.

Jake hit her seat with his foot, letting her know she was thanked.

"Lill, you can't listen to that idiot, I can't drive with the music loud!" Anna lectured, not affecting Lillie what so ever.

Instead, she giggled, dancing around in her seat, encouraging Jake and Ryan, Anna's boyfriend to join in.

The group of four had always been friends.

Each of them had been sent to the same private academies growing up because either their parents didn't want the trouble of raising them, thought it was a sign of wealth, or just a good education.

Jake was the oldest.

He was handsome, intelligent and kind. His short ruffled brown hair covered the top of his head, accenting his crystal blue eyes. Jake was from Florida. He grew up being active and was trained to play the classical piano.

Whenever Lillie needed someone to make her feel better, Jake was the go to. He'd always liked her, except Lillie never realized. She was timid. Innocent.

Anna brought out the best of her, that's why they were best friends.

She was a year younger than the rest of them, only being 16.

Anna had auburn red hair that curled down her petite shoulders.

It was undoubtable that Anna was the prettiest ginger in California.

Ryan, her boyfriend was a tall Southern boy who grew up rolling in money.

You'd expect the son of the owner's of a massive food chain to be stuck up, except Ryan was the most down to earth character of them all.

He treated Anna like a queen, and looked over Jake and Lillie as if they were blood.

The gang were together through thick and thin, nothing would ever change that.

Only they knew Lillie was sick.

Poor, lovely Lillie.

Her hair was light brown, surrounding her face in natural waves.

Only 5'2, Lillie was the smallest girl in the academy.

Although a lot held back the girl physically, nothing stopped her from living life to the fullest.

She never wanted to be looked at as a pity pit. Just a normal teenager.

Lillie cared about her friends, Jake more considerably.

That's why she couldn't be in a relationship. She was going to die soon. Who wants the sick girl?

Today they were heading off to the shorelines for an academy pre spring break bonfire.

There was only one more week of school, and the students wanted to celebrate together before everyone drifted their own ways.

Rummer was, a group of about 5 boys and 1 girl were on their way from England.

They'd been on X Factor and would be completing their education at the academy while recording in Los Angeles.

Lillie hopped out of the car, almost sliding out of her brown leather flip flops when she saw the crowd of people gathered on the beach.

The spot was elite for one of the academy members family who kindly offered it for the festivities.

Anna and Ryan came out holding hands, inhaling the cool Californian weather.

Tonight was going to be a good night.

"Hey, what the fuck Lill!" Jake groaned feeling a familiar body wrapped around his body.

Lillie had jumped onto his back, expecting a ride down to the shore.

"If you love me, you'll move cowboy" She smiled against his ear, pinching his skin.

They continued their way, greeting familiar faces.

In the academy, the gang just existed.

They knew everyone, but by no means were 'popular'.

Ryan insisted on calling them the Misfits.

"That must be them" Anna said cooly, referring to the fresh bait from England.

"Look at the chicks hair, does she really think it looks good that red? I'm the fox in this place, dumb bitch" She hissed staring down the extremely thin girl with a wild sense of style.

"Her names Cher, she's in my piano night course. She's signed and everything" Jake added, unamused at the stereotypical Rhinna want to be.

"I like her outfit" Lillie said bluntly.

'Cher' was in Doc Martins, a pair of abstract tights and a white crop top.

Lillie would've loved to pull something like that, but her mother would never allow it, and Lillie respected her mother.

"Look at the guys, they look decent. Probably going to fit right in with Danielle's fake group of friends. Preppy shits." Jake said looking for a reaction on Lillie's face.

He'd slaughter them all if any of them came across his territory. Lillie.

The one had a spiked black hair style and amazing caramel skin tone. Probably Indian Lillie guessed, admiring his swagger.

Next was a sharp Irish accent coming from a blonde cutie with a sense of style to die for! She noted him as a possible hook up.

No relationships, No Jake, No Commitment, No problem.

A boy with brown longish hair across his face stood next to him, he was average, well dressed as well, obviously the joker of the group. He had his arm wrapped around the most American like boy who resembled Justin Bieber in the hair department. He was handsome, but looked a bit too pretty boyish for Lillie's liking.

"I count 4 boys Ryan" Lillie smiled, amused she'd just called out big brain over in the corner with Anna locked between his arms.

"Lill, I'll hurt ya!" He teased, raising his eyebrows.

She gave him her tongue, poking it out adorably.

Jake still had her on his back.

"Jake da snake, I need to buy a hot dog, carry me" She demanded.

Rolling his eyes into the back of his head, Jake did was he was told, carrying the girl towards the food booth.

Lillie hopped off, looking around with eyes of lust.

No hot dogs. This stuff was professional, delicious, perfection.

Her tiny hands filled a sky high plate of goodies, giving Jake smiles while doing so.

"Excuse me, are you uh, uh apart of the academy" A shy strong British accent asked.

Lillie turned around to face a boy with beautiful curly hair poking out around the sides of his face.

He wore tan khakis and a fitted white v neck. Obviously trying to fit into his new environment.

"Since I was 7!" Lillie smiled cheerfully. "Do you need help, are you lost? The new english boy from the UK right?" She asked.

"That'd be me, this place is so unusual but it's nice, it's lovely, I was just wonder-"

Jake snaked his arms around Lillie's waste, his head on her shoulder.

"Who's this Lill" He asked uncharmed by the new boy.

"This is, um, what's your name? He's super nice Jake" Lillie said feeling over protected.

"Harry, Harry Styles" He said uncomfortable, unsure to shake hands.

"I'm Lillie, this is Jake, he's my best friend, want an escort tonight?" Lillie asked trying to be of help.

Harry wasn't her type, mainly because she'd never seen anything like him. He wasn't like the usual Californian boys. His face, his mechanisms, they were so unique and fitting.

"That'd be great but you really don't have to" Harry chuckled, unsure to even look at the pretty little thing in front of him.

Jake the snake would attack in a second if Harrys breath even touched her skin.

"We should go back to the gang" Jake stated.

Wiggling away, Lillie stood next to Harry.

"Go then, I'm showing Harry around"

Jake didn't say a word, instead he kicked the sand and turned his back to the pair.

In a matter of seconds, Lillie's phone buzzed

1 New Text From: Jake The Snaaaake

He wants your vagina. British ppl r dirty.

Coughing a bit too loudly, she texted back.

I like them dutttttty, stfu. I love you.

If I'm screwed, I'll call you, superman.

x