"Hey, Camera Girl," I turn around to see Drew Steele, the 'leader' of the "Heart Breakers". Sure, he's attractive, tousled light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. "You forgot something." I look at his outstretched hands. My camera. "Th-" I start. "Get to your next class, Dylan," Mr. Clears says, looking up. I scowl before hurrying out the door. Shit. My camera. *** Dylan Scott is your average girl. She's a photographer, and hopes to go far with her photography. Drew Steele is your average bad ass. He won't take shit from anyone, and has probably broken a law or two. What happens when Drew happens to take Dylan's camera? How far will Dylan go to get her 'baby' back?

(Sequel to The Bad Boy's Good Girl) "Sorry about the mess," Drew spits as he slams the door to our apartment. I glance around to see if anything's untidy. Just a few boxes, nothing too big. "It's not a problem," Andrew Senior, notorious for being an asshole and my boyfriend's fuckface dad, brushes off slightly. "Not even that messy." With a pointed look towards his dad, Drew growls, "I was talking to Dylan, you piece of shit." *** College, a steady boyfriend, a private apartment and V locked away in jail. Everything was finally falling into place in Dylan Scott's life. But with a preliminary warning from the man of the hour, Andrew Steele Sr., it's suddenly breaking apart again. With drug cartels and gangs out for Drew and Dylan, how can anything work out between them? Not to mention the creepy photography boys. The skanky lingerie modeling coworkers. The midnight fights. Like Kami Garcia said - "Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic."