Dedication

To my team, my Midnight Darlings, for being delulu with me.

To Stephy and Alexandra for keeping my sanity.

And to you, my reader. I hope you enjoy getting on Brent's bike and going for a wild ride.

Don't worry, you'll ride Reaper in his book. I know you'll want to.

​Chapter 1

Fallon

This year was going to be different. I could feel it.

That’s what I told myself while getting ready for my first class as a sophomore at Willow Bay University–a prestigious university attended by the richest of the rich, or the luckiest scholarship winners. Last year was such a whirlwind with Kelly and I was finally finding my footing.

I stayed to myself, mostly. Starting a new school in my new house was a big change, but I was grateful for my best friend turned sister. She was the social butterfly and I was the homebody with a far too large inheritance with depression.

The campus I arrived at last year was so large it was considered its own city in a sense. Willow Bay was known for its vibrant campus life and strong community spirit. At least online it was. The mascot was a shark–whatever that was supposed to mean. I’d assumed it was because we were close to the ocean.

How shark-like life could be...

Kelly popped her wild and wavy brown-haired head into the bathroom, breaking me out of my thoughts. Her honey brown eyes were always perfectly lined with sharp, black wings–she mastered the art of makeup. “Hey Fal, you excited for the fall semester? Oh. My. God. What are you doing?”

I leaned away suspiciously. “Uh, getting ready?”

She narrowed her–perfectly smokey–eyes at me. “Who are you and what the hell did you do with Fallon?” She came into the bathroom fully to pick at my hair–getting far too close to my face for an inspection–and inspecting my face with her eyes wide in disbelief.

I looked back at my reflection hesitantly, applying some lip gloss as a finisher. “It’s sophomore year and I feel like I can experiment a bit. Considering we have online classes and I only need to get ready three days a week, I didn’t think it was too hard to get ready and dolled up.”

We both looked at my reflection in the mirror, my blonde beach waves were straightened and I applied makeup from a tutorial I found online. I looked back at her, kind of worried.

“Do I look bad?” I asked.

She let out a laugh. “No! I think you look fucking hot! I think sophomore year and a boyfriend looks good on you. It gives me a good feeling about things–they’re finally looking up!” She gave a quick smack to my ass, giggling as she left me to my devices.