Heathen Heaven

They say that there's a fine line between love and hate.
They say that there's a fine line between pleasure and pain.
Aralyn Deston knows that there's a skinny as hell line between right and wrong.
What she can never be sure of are the boundaries of rules. Rules are whatever someone makes them out to be. Sometimes they can be strict; leaving barely any room to breathe. But other times they can be blurry. Really, ridiculously blurry.

Aralyn, Ara or Lyn, had always felt trapped by the soaring expectations of her parents. Straight A's, not including A minuses. Minuses were for idiots. She was to study after dinner; parties and friends were for drunkards and failures. No boyfriends until the age of 18. Preferably 20.
The summer that came after her sophomore year of high school slipped through her agenda-weary fingers was when her dad had the family pack up and move for a chance at a big promotion. A new school in a new town, the same virtually non-existent social life, the same expectation to be perfect. Everything was going as expected; boringly, until one by one, guys were thrown into Ara's dull life's face.
Guys that tested the limits of everything that she had ever known, ever expected, ever dreamed of.
Guys that toyed wither her emotions and pushed her to do things that she never would have dared imagine otherwise.
She was 16, and not supposed to be involved with anyone of the opposite gender for another 2 years; preferably 4. She wasn't supposed to even consider the possibility of a boyfriend. Boys were simply out of the question.
What would her mother say if Ara wound up tangled in the lives of several?