Lynne Doherty likes to think of herself as a "badass", but when she finds herself right in the middle of a boarding school for teenage criminals, she starts to realize she's not as intimidating as she was back in private school. She successfully flies under the radar for a while– that is, until she stumbles upon a dead body past curfew. Looking far beyond guilty, Lynne tries to prove herself innocent, but at the rate she's going, it looks likes she's just digging herself deeper and deeper into trouble... ****I'm editing all of the chapters so you might notice a lot of the comments seem really irrelevant... that's why.****

But before I could even part with the main hallway, my left wrist was firmly grasped from behind, and next thing I know, my back is pressed up against a row of lockers. "I missed you all summer." My mouth was barely parted, ready to speak. But before my intentions could be fulfilled, I was lifted up into the muscular arms of Ben Cooper, the school's football superstar. "Do you even know who I am?" "Well of course, you're Jenny Smith." Then came the kiss. I had absolutely no clue how to react, which lead to me waiting until he was done, completely frozen in place. Ben slowly parted his lips from mine, then questioned why I had not responded. My reply was but a simple, "I'm not Jenny Smith." cover by @HayleyWatson from Le Graphique Café!! Sank you meh lovely <3

"Cay, will you look at me?" I turned around and lifted my eyes to look into his. His arms were braced on the counter and he was looking at me sideways. The glow of the light coming from the living room and into the kitchen gave his face an otherworldly impression. I waited for him to continue. He closed his eyes and sighed, "Cay... Just so you know... I wanted to do it. Right there, a while ago. But you know why I couldn't, and why we shouldn't." There was a pain in my chest at his words. But I just gazed at him, unsure of what to say. He was right. It would be a mistake. And no matter how many times my weak heart and frail mind wanted him to kiss me, it would be selfish, not to mention immoral. In the end we would both regret it, and that would hurt the most. © rainthereader 2012 All Rights Reserved

I hope anyone that reads this enjoys it, because I certainly enjoyed writing it.