You have got to be kidding me! On a night like this, when
most sane people are home to escape a blinding snowstorm,
I happen to run into Millbrook’s biggest jerk, Nathaniel
Peck, the boy who broke my heart at my junior prom. The
one who kissed me on a dare and let his buddies laugh at
me. Well, eat dirt, Nathaniel Peck, because you might have
noticed me on the covers of a few magazines under the
heading: Supermodel. I live in New York City now. I will
be leaving as soon as the weather clears. And frankly, if
it were a choice between kissing you or braving downed
electrical wires, I’d have to think about it.
It’s official: I’ve regressed. It’s just that I can’t
stand the Cult of Nathaniel Peck that has come over this
town. Okay, so he is Chief of Police. So he did make sure
I got home safely. So he didn’t try anything funny with
me. So that old smirk has been replaced by a sexy, sad
smile… No. People just do not change that much. Somewhere
inside Nate is the same leering, conniving womanizer I
remember. And I intend to prove it…
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