"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 the feeling that something was following me. With nowhere else to go, I wander into a tiny coffee shop hoping someone can tell me where I am. They whisper. They stare. They avoid my questions. Worse! There are the shadows...dark, faceless figures that appear wherever I go. Figures no one else seems nearly as concerned about as they should be. The more I try to uncover who I am, the less anything makes sense. Everyone is hiding something. Especially Sawyer. The irritating, curly-haired boy who watches me like he knows exactly who I am... and exactly what happened to me.

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?