Some will say we’re trash, and others will call us criminals, but what we are is a family.
All connected by a shared past and a promised future.
Four bad boys in a rich kids’ high school.
It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. Only it isn’t.
It’s our senior year At Beverly Bay High, the school for the rich and privileged kids of the even richer and more privileged parents.
Without drawing unnecessary attention, I planned for us to get through this year with no trouble.
But then I met ...