High school is over, right whatever. He’s over it. Yale is better than Dalton anyway. The guys are cuter and, yeah, a hell of a lot sexier.

It’s the holidays, so he’s home, Thanksgiving and all. It’s not his thing, but his father has to do an exposé in a magazine and they all have to sit and smile, all fake and brilliantly. He can’t put his legs ( Read more... )