House burned down? #check Forced back to my old hometown? #check Rumors, drama, and b*tches? #checkcheckandcheck What could make things worse for me? One name. Weslee freakin' Jackson. The worst of the worst. The one I'm told by EVERYONE to stay away from. Which should be easy, right? NOPE. He's everywhere I go. Stalking me? Maybe. Dark brooding eyes trying to devour me? All the time. There's just one little thing...Wes's eyes aren't the only ones on me. And I think I've started a war. Oops. I didn't ask to be put in this position as I find myself gravitating toward Wes. He says he'll protect me from Hidden Creek High. But who's going to protect me from him?
My darkest secret exposed? #check. About to be kicked out of school? #check. Everyone waiting for me to lose my sh*t? #check. The line between friends and enemies so blurred I need f**king glasses to see? #checkcheckandcheck Wes might be all I have at the moment, good or bad. He's as wild as ever, and I know it's my fault. He's not made for love, and I'm not made to be pushed around. Together, it's explosive-in more ways than one. And when I set my sights on revenge, I have to keep it close to my heart. Except there's one problem with that. Wes is close to my heart too. And he might not be the only one with the way things are going. We promised each other no more secrets, but oh well...
Most hated girl at hch? #check. Most feared girl at hch? #check. Turning friends into enemies on a daily basis? #check. Realizing everything I thought I knew and loved is a f*cking lie? #triplecheck. Someone is after me. And in typical Hidden Creek High fashion, the list of suspects is deeper than my feelings for Wes. Oh, he's on that list too, trust me. He swears by his promise to protect me. But when things get worse, he's darker than I ever thought possible. I live in a world where friends are enemies and enemies are friends. And just when I think I'm about to figure it out, I'm the one being accused of something insane.
Ready to leave hch for good? #check. Throwing my middle fingers up on my way out the doors? #check. Making sure every b*tch who deserves it pays? #check. Finding out all the truth, even the ones I may not want to know? #triplecheck. And here I thought I could finally get away from my past. But nope. It's like a f*cking revolving door. And to top it off, I'm at a funeral saying goodbye to someone I never thought I would have to say goodbye to. The lines of right and fair no longer exist. It's every guy, girl, and rotten whore for themselves in this town.
It was only meant to be every other weekend. But now I need him every night. As a single mom, a relationship was out of the question. So, we had an arrangement.
The first rule: every other weekend. But that wasn't enough.
The second rule: he can't meet my son. But he did, and they got along.
The third rule: I won't fall in love. But I couldn't help it.
The final rule: I'll never let anyone else break my heart.
And now that rule is about to be broken too.
