He walked into school on his first day and didn't care what the other students thought of him. Dark. Broody. Dangerous.He didn't care where I cared too much.Then the rumors started.He failed his senior year at his previous school. His brother committed suicide. It's his fault.And for one blessed week, I wasn't the topic of discussion. You see, I'm the daughter of a socialite who has no soul. I'm the one paying for her sins. They never let me forget...