He could have any girl on campus, except for one.
I'm a Lancaster, meaning I'm basically untouchable - or so I thought. My family owns the school which I have to endure before I can return to what I love most: ballet.
West doesn't make my time here easy. He's arrogant. Crude. Insufferable. Yet he's the only boy I've ever let touch me . . .
You see, West and I? We share a secret. In Paris, I revealed parts of myself to him I've never shown anyone else. And he did the same.
So what happens when you helplessly fall for the one person you know is bad for you? . . .