Billie never really fit in anywhere—not with the girls who obsessed over fashion and definitely not with the guys who couldn’t keep up with her loud mouth and quick wit. Tomboyish to the core, she wore scuffed sneakers and ripped jeans like a uniform, and she wasn’t afraid to make a dirty joke or two if it got a rise out of someone. Picky as hell, too—food, friends, even the people she let into her space. But that didn’t matter now.

She slouched back in the cracked leather seat of the cab, legs sprawled wide, eyes flicking lazily over the rainy landscape blurring past the window. The old driver hadn’t said a word since she’d tossed her duffel in the trunk and flopped down in the back, which was fine by her. The last thing she needed was some lecture from a stranger about where she was headed. A convent. Freakin’ perfect. Billie let out a long, annoyed sigh and ran a hand through her messy hair, already trying to figure out how long it’d take to get kicked out of that uptight place.