Nico Vaughan, the junior class "Nice Girl" wants to be free from her abusive and obsessive ex-boyfriend.
Valen Henford, the school's resident "Rich Guy meets Bad Boy" wants to spend his senior year with the girl he's been in love with for years.
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"She had a wild, wandering soul but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference." (Ariana).
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The doorbell rings, and my head jerks over to the door from where I am on the couch.
The door opens, and I call out, "Amber?"
"Yeah, babe!" She calls back chirpily. She comes over and plops down on the couch beside me. "Hey, girl!"
"Girl, it's 8:40 on a Saturday morning," I laugh. "Why on earth are you so awake and chipper?"
Amber gives me a side eye and pauses my show. "Because I've been up since six for volleyball. Honestly, Saturday morning practices should be banned. It's criminal."
"Sucks to suck," I jab, reaching for the remote.
"Hey," Amber warns, a smile on her face as she pulls the remote from my reach. "That was very rude of you."
I gasp dramatically, standing. "I guess I won't be making pancakes this morning then. Not with that tone."
"What?" Amber cries, watching me walk towards the stairs. "Girl, what? Pancakes..."
"I'll be back in a sec," I shout, hurrying up the stairs and peering sneakily into West's room.
Sam spent the night with West last night, so he's somewhere in the house. I quickly hurry inside my room and shut my door, looking around for my purple fuzzy socks.
Sam came over last night to give me a "heart-felt" apology. I'm almost certain West told him to apologize. Maybe forced him to. Even so, I kept my door locked last night, feeling too uncomfortable and unsafe. I didn't believe a word of the apology. Not when he was looking at me the way he was.
I can't mention anything to West, though. Him and Sam have been friends for over a decade. Almost four-fifths of their lives.
I locate my socks and pull them on my icicles of feet, prepared to go back downstairs and make Amber and I some pancakes. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see a sight that almost makes me trip on the last step.
Sam is downstairs on the couch with Amber pulled over his lap. The makeout scene I am seeing is one I haven't even seen in any movies or shows I've watched.
"Dai!" I shriek. "What the—?"
Sam stands up lightening-quick, and Amber gets pushed onto the coffee table in front of the couch. She stares at Sam in shock as he turns to her angrily.
