Summer 1998
Not many things scared Roni Walker. In fact, the list of things that would was very short. Five, tops. Number one? Falling in love. Number two? Falling in love with Rooster Hancock.
Damned if she hadn't just broken both rules one and two. An instance of drunken debauchery with her little brother's best friend and she was done for. It'd been stupid and the worst mistake of her life up to this point.
“Roni, I'm sorry," she heard him yelling as he beat on the door.
He was sorry? Sorry he'd made her look like such a dumbass? Or sorry he'd lied to her in the first place? She'd show him. She'd go to this party, find the first guy who paid her any attention, and let him have a piece.
“f**k off, Rooster!" she screamed through the wood that bent with every beat of his fist.
“Fine,
