There are books that are good.
You are a bit interested, plot twists don't surprise you, and if you stop reading it, you'll forget it. There's the occasional love story that's okay and cliche. When the book ends, it's most likely the characters will...
"Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her."
"Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him."
"Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door."
Clara Wilson is your typical clichéd teen fiction protagonist with exactly two friends, no social life and a 4.0 GPA. She has been in love with Alec Evans, the unattainabley popular football quarterback and her next door neighbour forever.
She thinks she's in for a quiet senior year until Jake Henderson arrives. Bad boy extraordinaire, he's arrogant, rude, undeniably gorgeous and shares a past with Clara that she wants to do nothing more than to forget.
Caught between two boys, her life is turned upside down in the most ridiculous of ways. But maybe in the midst of all the confusion and chaos she finds not only love but also herself.
