Hidden Creek High

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.

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.

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.