Clay. I never let guys go too far. And I don’t allow anything like that for myself, either. Beautiful, smart, talented, and popular. My skirts are always perfectly ironed, my hair styled strand by strand. All the attention in the school hallways belongs to me. But to my great regret, I’m forced to hide the person I feel something for from everyone.
For me, life is a web of secrets. And no one must find out mine.
Olivia. I have nothing to be ashamed of: not where I come from, not my family, and not what Merimount thinks—that my skirt is unacceptably short and my lipstick far too red. Clay Collins has looked down on me before. At least, that’s what it was like until I ended up alone with her and found out that she’s hiding much more. I told her to stay away from me and my territory. But one night, she still crossed the line.