Rachel’s POV
Six months ago, things at Deviant Society were rigid, unchanging, and simple. The Deviant Squad was in charge. The four of us lived together, partied together, and f****d whoever we wanted, and nothing else really mattered.
Now, things are… well… weird.
Don’t get me wrong—“weird” isn’t synonymous with “bad.” Having Will live with us, for example, is kind of nice. I sort of miss Stella—who is nowhere to be found, in case you were wondering—but Will is much quieter and friendlier. Besides, I much prefer him as a roommate to Harley Harris. Sure, she’s a nice enough girl, and very impressive with her powers and all, but the b***h literally rolls out of bed looking like she belongs on the cover of a magazine. It’s just not fair.
You would think it’s the same for me, though, fro
