Falling for the Boy Next Door

I thought moving to a new town in the middle of my senior year was a death sentence. Turns out, it was the opposite.

When my parents got busted for selling prescription painkillers, I was forced to move to a new town. And I decided enough was enough. I was going to leave my old life, and the old me, behind.

No more leaning on food for comfort. No more hiding in the shadows. No more lonely meals at the lunch table.

And no more hiding from my feelings for the boy next door.

Falling for the Boy Ne...