I HAVE A BAD REPUTATION. Call me what you want: Bad Boy Next Door. Trouble. That Kid Who Can't Do Anything Right. When Willow moves into my neighborhood, nothing should have happened. She's geeky. Shy. A true wallflower. Willow is a good girl. Too good for me. And how the hell was I supposed to know that she's related to Loren Hale--yeah, that douchebag celebrity that lives on my street. The same guy I've been pranking by spray painting vulgar words on his mailbox and worse. Much worse. Don't ask me why I do the things I do. Don't ask me why it had to be her. I'm cursed. Simple as that. But here's the thing about people who are cursed--they break everything they touch. And yet. . .I still want to touch her.