"Go live with Nate Ryder," they said. "Everything will be fine," they said.
Are they nuts?
Nate Ryder has been the bane of my existence for the past five years. He's made it his personal mission to make my life a living hell and now my parents expect me to go and live with the guy for the foreseeable future.
No thanks. I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a toothpick than live with him and his little brother, Jesse. Only problem is, they have my parents wrapped around their little fingers, thinking they're the good little boys they pretend to be.
But I know better, and so does the rest of Broken Hill High. Nate Ryder is not to be messed with. He's a bad boy through and through. A bully. A guy who doesn't care who he has to step on to get what he wants. He's the devil and he knows it.
Now that devil is my roommate.
I better hold on tight because this is going to be one bumpy ride. One where I can guarantee that I won't come out the same.