πΊπππ ππππππ πππ ππ πππππ ππ ππππ πππππ, πππ... π°π'π π±πππ π―πππ πΊπππππ.β β Here’s the 411 about high school—well, at least for my high school, Clintwood Academy.β β πIt’s a fucking warzone.β πEveryone has a grudge against someone else. β πIt’s the breeding ground for losers, jealous broken-hearted girls, and acne covered fools with zero game.β πThe disgustingly rich kids are vile, vindictive, popular, and the mecca of a social life worth a damn.β πLastly, high school is simply survival of the fittest.β β And I was the fittest of them all. Once.β β Once, before I set up to take the fall for an attempted murder of one of the Fitz brothers, the golden boys of St. Jude High, our sworn rival enemy.β β Before I was played for a kiss and it worked. β β Now, the Fitz brothers hate me.β They suspect me.β They want to destroy me.β They know everything about me, and I hate them for it.β β And now, we’ll all be living together, like one big, happy step-family. With secrets brimming, hatred festering, and other feelings I have no business having for my step-cousin-brothers or whatever, haunting me night and day.β β Now, let’s kiss and be forever rivals…
