A wild high school experience where a girl becomes best friends with her abusive ex-boyfriend. A new girl enters their lives and everyone becomes so out of place. Secrets come out. Closets are opened and reel others in. Parties - drugs, alcohol, sex... and rape. - She grabs my soft clammy hand that was soaked with vodka. I look at down at her hand, down to her fingers. She had beautiful nail polish. Shiny, in fact, and soft, too. She pushes me lightly into the closet, she comes in behind me and closes the door. Reese begins kissing me from the top of my forehead and works her way down. A little kiss on my nose, then down to my mouth, then hundreds of them on my neck and chest. After she was done kissing my torso she eyed my ripped jeans then began to unbutton and unzip it.

Elena and Cara Morales are the infamous twins of Mark Morales - the governor of California. Now, while they both may be related, like most twins, they couldn't be any more different. Elena was seen as an elite, social butterfly - she's kissed more boys than she can count on her fingers, she's taken part in tons of high school clubs and groups, she has a never-ending list of friends as well as a never-ending amount of Twitter followers, and not to forget, she had the bassist of band 5 Seconds of Summer wrapped around her finger. Yeah, she was dating Calum Hood. Cara was nothing but mediocre - nothing that could even somewhat be compared to her twin. She was ordinary and indifferent and was a half-melted scoop of vanilla ice cream amongst a ton of other wild and unheard of flavors. Kissing (unless it was the asses of her teachers), Popularity, Boys, and Fun weren't words she was familiar with in the slightest - she was outcasted, canceled out. Simple as that. After Elena suddenly goes missing and a secret search party is sent out to look for her, Cara is asked to finally put herself to good use by participating in what they called The Replacement Project. She was to play the role of her sister in order to save the reputation of her family, knowing that if the public were to find out the governor of California actually allowed his daughter to go missing, the entire family would collapse into a pile of ash. It was a solid plan - nobody would suspect a thing. There was only one, underlying rule - don't fall in love with the boy who wasn't really yours to begin with.