"So, what's your name?" I ask. The blue haired-boy just smiled and said, "Clifford. Michael Clifford." And from then on, I knew this boy was trouble. His eyes said it all. - - COPYRIGHT © by creamcheesecalum of www.wattpad.com ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Ask permission from the author {creamcheesecalum} if you wish to translate or make an unplanned sequel and/or prequel. - -All Rights Reserved