Bluewater, California is known for two things: its tourist attractions and its schools. Or namely, two specific schools that have been feuding for years. No one knows why the fighting and the pranks between the students of Don Marie Prep and Bluewater High began, but one calm day, war was declared. The city, split nearly evenly in half by the train tracks running through it and declaring the turf of those going to DMP and those going to BWH, has never been the same since.
Winnifer St. Claire is the renowned daughter of the governor of Bluewater, and the girlfriend of DMP's ruling king, Samuel Colt. She is the farthest thing from average: opinionated, stubborn, hot-tempered, and on a full-ride scholarship to Don Marie. By some miracle, she has managed to avoid the feud between the two schools and has stayed mostly out of the public eye.
Enter Elijah Beldon. Samuel's counterpart, the ruling man of Bluewater High, his name is whispered among the students of BHS and feared by everyone. A legend in the town. He is not just a bad boy, he is the bad boy, the one every person knows and talks about but would never confess to. His pranks are the cruelest, most ingenious, and often targeted at Sam. A single mistake, however, and Elijah's sights become set on Winny.
But despite her seemingly damsel-in-distress appearance, she is not content to simply lie down and let Samuel take all the hits for her. The war has begun, and this time, there's more mixed into it than just a sense of pride.
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If you are going to be BAD, then you have to do it the BAD way...
It's pretty simple:
1) Don't get caught
2) Always have a Plan B
3) If all else fails... Run...Run for your life!
Everyone has a bad side. Some try to deny it's existence, some hide it and others well...they rule the world with it.
In the book of being BAD there are ninety-nine formulas for world domination...
Number one: You aren't BAD until you can walk around the school dressed in all pink and have everyone afraid to approach you.
Number two: You aren't BAD until you can break into a certain bad boys house and well... do the wrong kinds of stuff.
Number three: You aren't bad until quite
frankly, you have declared vengeance against the bad boy.
~*~
"I heard you like bad boys," Blade says with a vivid smirk on his face.
I glared up at him, without responding clenching my fists fighting the urge to punch him in the face.
"So...?" He says after a couple seconds of silence.
"So what?"
"So what do you think...Tinker Bell?" He says emphasing on the stupid name.
His face moved closer to mine and I stared back into his green eyes, watching the fire inside ignite.
I smirked, "Then find me one."
Blade grins at my witty retort and shrugs it off.
"I look at you and I see cotton candy, but then you open your mouth... and suddenly you turn into licorice," he scoffs.
"Welcome to the game bitch, your move, now let's play."
~*~
When two very unlikely paths cross, it turns into chaos, vengeance and the ultimate revenge schemes.
Has Blade Collins finally met his match?
Or has he met the devil himself in the form of a high school girl? One, who he didn't even know existed only twenty minutes ago. But now he does, and what's left to do... but finish the war that has started.