Trailer By: ChatterKid (Thanks Homie!) How did I get here? Sitting next to Griffin Collins in a cold, dirty, dark holding cell? The smell of sweat and grime drifted towards me and I shuddered. "Demi, would you calm down?" Griffin's rough voice asked me and finally I had the balls to answer him how I wanted. "No, I will not calm down, Griffin!" I snapped. "I should not be here on a Saturday night! I should be at home! In my bed! Reading Weathering Heights for my third time! I'm a good girl, Griffin! I don't do 'vandalism and theft!' I should not be here!" I yelled. "You sound pretty bad to me," he told me smugly. I glared darkly at him. "Nobody's perfect, babe." ___ Note: This book is set in a fictitious city which is supposedly set in England. While it is set in England, I am American so do not be thrown off if there is a strange variety of British and American slang or terms, because I am American and am too lazy to go through and make the story textually correct. ___ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.