"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

I woke up with no name, no past, and shadows stalking my every step. I wandered into a tiny coffee shop hoping for answers, but all I found were strangers staring at me like I was a problem they weren't prepared to deal with. The more I tried to piece myself together, the more I wondered if I belonged in an asylum instead-especially when the dark, faceless figures following me refused to disappear. It's hard enough not knowing who or where I am. It's worse realizing everyone I meet is hiding something. And the one person who unsettles me most? A curly-haired boy named Sawyer, who acts like he's keeping the biggest secret of all.

Kai isn't your normal bad boy. Kai is funny and seems nice, to those who truly know him. - Bonnie isn't a bad girl, she isn't a nerd, and she isn't a stoner. Which category does she fit in? - At this school, there are categories, cliques. There's always the bad boys, but then the nerdy boys, and same goes for girls. Kai has found his way to the top of the stoner category, along with the bad boy rep to stand by him. Bonnie has found herself in the back of the classroom every day, not a nerd, and not a bad girl. She wouldn't consider herself a stoner either, so why does a seemingly random act of kindness come from the school's stoner?