Everyone should have a code to live by, a set of rules created from life experiences. I have one, and right now, this boy is breaking about three of them without trying. "Come on Tempest, you know avoiding me won't work." Butch murmurs, his metallic gray eyes watching my every move as he pins me against the wall. I have to give the boy credit, he's persistent. "A girl can dream..." I mutter in resignation, pretending to be irritated by his presence. However, I've found myself drawn to his brute charm, which is a bad thing considering the circumstances. "Do you really despise me that much?" I shake my head, it's quite the opposite actually. "Then why?" I look up to meet his gaze, trying not to get lost in it. "Rule 35." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tempest Zebel Mercer is a street witch who just moved to North Carolina from Brooklyn, New York. Living in a cabin left to her by her Great Aunt, she hopes to find peace from the dark secrets that haunt her past. Things change however, when she meets Butch. A boy whose eyes are only for her, and who has a secret of his own. When hell breaks loose, will Butch be the exception? Or will Tempest stick to her rules?