Description
If you look up 'good girl' on google, you will definitely find cutout pictures of Layla Lacroix. No verbal definition, nothing but the epitome of the classic Ms. Goody Two Shoes staring back at you. That is until, tired of playing safe, she ends up with a familiar stranger at the police station after doing a dare to impress her crush. Some say Alexander Reed's been elected a gang leader upstate, others say he got some girl pregnant somewhere between juvie and the Caribbean, but to Layla, he's her ticket out of her ongoing 'resident prude' status. Can the saint play the sinner? "For the last time, it's Layla." He clips the cigarette between his lips. "Not Frenchie. Not Katz. Layla." "Okay, Leia." Still grinning, he flicks my hair. "Let's start by dying this purple." What the hell have I done?
Chapter 1
