Clinton Clarke has everything a high school boy could want. A motorcycle between his legs. Cheerleaders on each knee. A posse behind him students and teachers alike are done fussing with. He rules the school, and everyone in it.
Except for one person. Rae Cleaver.
He's determined to make her life a living nightmare. Only because he can.
He's determined to have everyone in that school afraid of him.
He's determined to prove he's not the one to be messed with.
When he says jump, everyone in that school should ask him how high.
He's determined to get under her skin.
The only issue? She's about to wiggle her way under his.
Clinton Clarke has everything a high school boy could want. A motorcycle between his legs. Cheerleaders on each knee. A posse behind him students and teachers alike are done fussing with. He rules the school, and everyone in it.
Except for one person. Rae Cleaver.
He's determined to make her life a living nightmare. Only because he can.
He's determined to have everyone in that school afraid of him.
He's determined to prove he's not the one to be messed with.
When he says jump, everyone in that school should ask him how high.
He's determined to get under her skin.
The only issue? She's about to wiggle her way under his.