Hope. Cass' parents had lost theirs so long ago. They kept at it for a while. They tried different camps, centers, health aids, and classes. Eventually their Hope for Cass was gone. Gone like their little girl. Gone like the long braids and the soft brown curls. Gone like family dinners and soft, little giggles. Their Hope had left as easily as they would have flushed a goldfish down the toilet. Gone, just like Cass.
Winter's parents were long gone. Not their Hope, necessarily, but they were gone, soon as Winter could blink. Their Hope was never there, so much as Winter could remember.
Cass and Winter seem to be quite similar. Their passions, at least. The way Cass can drink until she falls, and the way Winter could shoot anything that could get him put in jail, or into his grave. The way Cass could fall into bed with a stranger as easily as she could chew a piece of gum, and the way Winter could show up at a strangers party, while everyone would know his name, along with his 'story' and reputation.
Cass never knew what the big fuss was about Winter Louss.
Winter never knew why everyone found Cassidy St. Claire so attractive, so bad.
How is it that two people that were clearly meant to share a life had never even met? Never thought twice about the other? Only tried to one-up what they hears the other had done?
How is it that two people that have never met can fall in love with a simple glance. One party. One crying girl.
Neither of them understood how love worked.
Until now.
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Finding Hope
Teen FictionCass has always been a classic 'bad' girl; sex, drugs, alcohol, but then she meets Winter Louss, a boy whose background is a nightmare. Together they're unstoppable. Them against the world, until Hope falls and goes missing, and all is at risk.
