He was bad. Bad to the bone. But somehow good for me. Sure, I got good grades, had upstanding morals, respectable friends, a nice home, and played on a varsity team. Yeah, I had a mom who cared-- well sorta, and a dad who might've, if he had stuck around. Yes, for the most part, I was you're average, good, teenaged girl. But everyone needs a little bad right? A little mystery? A little guidance? And that was Zion. Shrouded in mystery, and the wonderful earthy smell of man, endowed with raven hair and nice biceps, Zion was my ticket to a new life. He represented everything I wanted-- and needed. How'd I know? Because he told me, "I know your secret-- jumper." bangin' cover by velleite