Twilight

This place is called Blackchurch. A secluded estate in a remote area where the rich send their wayward sons. Will Grayson has always been a true beast. Uncontrollable, wild. He never followed the rules except for one: do what you think is right. In high school, he would enjoy cornering me when no one was watching. Otherwise, everyone around would understand how much Mr. Popularity needed that quiet nerd girl he loved to mock. But I know something else. How soft he can be. And how desperately he can protect me. The truth is, he has every right to hate me. It's all my fault. All of it. Devil's night. The video. The arrests. And I regret nothing.