Lonely in Cali

Lonely in Cali

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Bree Carmichael grew up in a small town right out of New York City. She spent her whole life there, the friends she made when she was 3 months old were the friends she had her whole life. They all went to the only preschool in the area, the only elementary school, so on and so forth. She's never struggled with making friends because they were all practically family anyway. No one new moved there and no one left. That is, until her father is faced with relocating or unemployment, and she's forced to leave her bubble, and head to sunny California. Except it's north California, which no one ever mentions. Her school is filled with pretentious assholes. Her new house is cramped and run down. And she's all alone. "No matter", she thinks, "It's my senior year". She puts on a brave face and a big smile and walks right into the jaws of her worst nightmare, Walker Highschool.
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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