The Clique: The Only Thing

One Of The Best Things You Can Relate To Is A Detailed Story.

Viktor Was Swinging A Leather Duffle And Wearing A Black Adidas Tracksuit And His Favorite Brown Ugg Slippers With A Hole In The Toe. "worn And Old, Just Like Viv," He'd Say When Frankie Made Fun Of Them, And Then His Wife Would Swat Him On The Arm. But Frankie Knew He Was Just Joking, Because Viveka Was The Type Of Woman You Wished Was In A Magazine Just So You Could Stare At Her Violet-colored Eyes And Shiny Black Hair Without Being Called A Stalker Or A Freak.

When The Horse Was Little, Massie Had Covered The Walls With Posters Of Young Fillies That She Thought Brownie Would Find Sexy.

This Isn't Going To Be Pretty. Rules Will Be Broken. Friendships Will Be Tested. And Huge Risks Will Be Taken. But They're Small Prices To Pay For True Love And Freedom, Right?

I Don't Like The Vampire Books. I Don't Like Any Of Those.