Everybody in Bellmore Heights knows who Clementine Fletcher is. She's pink lip gloss stains on iced coffee cups. Glitter on bathroom counters. Designer purses swinging from manicured wrists. She's ballet rehearsals and expensive perfume and walking through school hallways like the world bends around her. Clementine is the girl mothers adore and girls copy. The pretty one. The untouchable one. But underneath the body glitter, Clementine's life is held together with fake smiles and perfectly blended concealer. Her mother is emotionally unpredictable, her house is full of screaming behind closed doors, and every person around her expects her to stay beautiful instead of becoming real. Then there's Easton Ashby. Bellmore Heights' favorite warning sign. Tattooed knuckles. Piercings. Skateboards crashing against pavement at two in the morning. The kind of boy teachers think is dangerous before he even opens his mouth. Easton sleeps through class, fights with coaches, ghosts girls after two weeks, and acts like he doesn't care about anything. But he does. Too much. And Clementine Fletcher, pink heels, glossy lips, soft heart Clementine, becomes the one thing he can't ignore. They're opposites in every possible way. Which is exactly why they ruin each other. And maybe save each other too.