Blurb: "Ugh I can't stand Drake," I twisted my face in anger at the sight of him as he picked on helpless little Betsy Louin. "Pssh you should be glad I'm not the bad boy," he said suddenly with a scowl as he looked at Drake. I turned to him and narrowed my eyes, "Yea your not, your the cliche Billionaire's son who happens to be my roommate with a full blown tattoo on his back," I snapped at him with sarcasm lacing my voice. He rolled his eyes, "tsk, I really shouldn't have let you found out about that. And anyways what are you suppose to be, the cliche poor a$$ girl who gets swept away by her Prince charming." I went into thought for this one, then after a moment I shrugged, "I guess you could say that," I wore a dull expression and he raised a brow, "hey Hadley for your information I don't like cliche stories." This time I was the one who rolled my eyes, "neither do I Nick, now stop talking and let's get back to why you and I are sitting here," I said irritated about how long we've been here. All at once the atmosphere immediately rain dark and heavy again, "yea your right.." he suddenly entwined his fingers resting his chin on it with a evil smirk plastering his pretty little face, "ok Ham, this is how it'll all go down." AN/ Now let's begin reading to find out what these two shady teenagers are up to based on their little conversation you red. And Tbh in my opinion they are up to no good ;)