Grace Willow has enough problems in her life as it is. The bullying at school is out of control, with students that torture her physically and mentally, and will stop at no end just to see her miserable, an abusive dad, and a mom who is always M.I.A she has no one to turn to. Having life always throw knives at her back, kick rocks at her feet, and blow dust in her face, Grace has seemed to gotten used to falling with no one there to catch her. Logan Hunter is a walking Romeo. He has the good looks, the bad boy personality, the tattoos, and of course the girls. He calls, and they come a' running. He smokes, gets high, drunk, and into fights 24/7. The thing he doesn't have is a good temper. When he's angry he's destructive. Not caring what he does or who he hurts in the process. He can't control his acts, because he can't control how he feels. When the two meet, something is bound to happen, and sparks might just fly. Could be sparks of love... or maybe something much much worse? Warning: This book does contain explicit language and sexual content as well as violent scenes. * This description kinda sucks after looking back on it after year of writing but please give this book a chance. I promise you it's not that terrible :P *

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!