Who's Laughing Now, Plastic?

Imagine this: You've moved school for the third time this term, the death of your father meaning you were faced with moving states and starting over. You see him the moment you enter the building; the leather jacket and ripped jeans seemingly unable to leave your mind. Your new best friend has warned you, the classic 'mean girl' thinks she owns you, but you challenge the odds anyway. Will your already aching heart be safe in the hands of another? Or are you treading in waters far more dangerous than you could have ever anticipated?