I have a bad reputation.
Call me what you want: Bad Boy Next Door. Trouble. That Kid Who Can’t Do Anything Right.
When Willow moves into my neighborhood, nothing should have happened. She’s geeky. Shy. A true wallflower.
Willow is a good girl.
Too good for me.
And how the hell was I supposed to know that she’s related to Loren Hale—yeah, that douchebag celebrity that lives on my street. The same guy I’ve been pranking by spray painting vulgar words on his mailbox and worse. Much worse.
Don’t ask me why I do the things I do.
Don’t ask me why it had to be her.
I’m cursed. Simple as that. But here’s the thing about people who are cursed—they break everything they touch.
And yet . . . I still want to touch her.