It starts with a series of knocks on her front door, a bunch of bothersome IM's and a truly meddlesome, unruly yet good looking boy to uproot Adeline St. Clair's casual, uninteresting existence into a cataclysmic black hole.
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I'm a loner, mourning life and roaming the empty hallways of my confinement. But then one day, a moving truck arrives next door not just unloading neat brown boxes but Nicolas, the boy next door from hell.
Like some book once said: "maybe we can't predict the future, but we can predict some things." I'm going to predict that Nicolas is going to glare at me forever. I predict falling in love with him is going to be apocalyptic.
(in the style of Everything Everything - Nicola Yoon)