April. One week. It's all I have left before we end up on the street. I carefully fold the eviction letter with trembling hands and place it back inside the envelope. My mom is passed out on the couch, a bottle vodka slipping from her fingers. I have one week to come up with the money, or it's game over for us. That's when I make a bargain with the devil. "Do we have an arrangement?" he asks, smirking across the desk. I know I shouldn't, but the clock is ticking down. I grab the money. "We have an arrangement." Rick. I can't help but notice her with her pink hair and purple Dr Martens. She's a wild card. Intrigued by her dark desires and the bruises on her skin, I enter a new world as dangerous as it is alluring. *Not intended for readers under 18. This is a dark high school romance. It contains explicit sexual content and sexual violence throughout that some readers might find upsetting/offensive. Please don’t read this if any of that bothers you.