Twilight

This place is called Blackchurch. A secluded estate in a remote area where the wealthy send their wayward sons. Will Grayson has always been a true beast. Unrestrained, wild. He never followed the rules, except for one: do what you think is right. In high school, he enjoyed cornering me when no one was watching. Otherwise, everyone around would understand how much Mr. Popularity needed this quiet nerdy girl whom he loved to tease. But I know something else. How soft he can be. And how desperately he can protect me. The truth is that he has every right to hate me. It's all my fault. All of it. The devil's night. The video. The arrests. And I do not regret anything.