Moving totally sucks. When me and my dad had to move to a hill Billy town in the middle of no where, I resigned my self to sucky internet connection, thick southern accents and boys with beer bellies, but then at least there would be no drama what so ever. I hated drama. But then I laid my eyes upon my Greek God of a neighbor,and boy was he yummy. With his sinful dark looks, eerie sapphire eyes and totally kissable lips. I guess things were looking up. Then he started talking. Blake is arrogant. Insufferable. Infuriating, basically... a grade A douchebag. Not only that, but he did some messed up angel mojo which saved me from being squashed, but now I have freaking Demons looking for me. Great just Great. So much for no drama.
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