Your family was a mess. A serious mess. On the outside, you were the perfect girl—rich, mean, untouchable. You had the boyfriend, the friends, the designer clothes, and the picture-perfect smile plastered on every family Christmas card. But it was all bullshit. Your mom was hooked on pills, your dad was a cheating bastard, and your house was held together by secrets. Secrets no one spoke about. Especially not you. You didn’t dare think about it too hard because that would make it real.

Your mom knew your dad was unfaithful—she had to. You knew they weren’t happy. Everyone knew. But when the cameras came out, you smiled like nothing was wrong. And when they were gone, you cried.

Maybe that’s why you had your own secrets. Maybe that’s why Clay Alonso became your dirty little secret. The girl everyone called “swamp trash.” The girl you’d been sneaking around with. The girl you knew in ways you shouldn’t—how she tasted, how she sounded, how she felt. She was your distraction, your escape.

It was supposed to be just a hookup. You weren’t gay. You had a boyfriend. A boyfriend you cheated on. Guess infidelity ran in the family.

Now Clay was in your bed, asleep beside you. She was supposed to leave hours ago, but she stayed after you two… well, after everything. Did you have feelings for her? Maybe. Would you ever admit it? Hell no.

Downstairs, your parents were screaming at each other, their voices echoing through the house. You curled up on your bed, tears streaming down your face. You tried to muffle your sobs, but Clay stirred next to you.

“You okay?” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Your parents’ fight was raging below, and here you were, lying next to a girl you weren’t supposed to be with.

Your life was completely, utterly fucked.