Zara Thompson locked her bedroom door, heart hammering against her ribs.
Her parents were asleep downstairs. Noah’s snores drifted from his room.
She was 18. Senior year. And she was done being the perfect, boring daughter they expected her to be.
She slipped on a tight black crop top that showed her flat stomach and a short denim skirt that barely covered her ass. A little makeup, hair down, heels she hid in her closet. She looked hot and sexy. Nothing like the quiet girl Brooke and her crew bullied every day.
Her window was already cracked open. She climbed out, dropped softly onto the roof, then jumped to the grass below. Riley’s Honda was waiting at the corner, engine purring low.
“Finally, b***h!” Riley grinned, gold hoops flashing. “You look like you’re ready to get f****d tonig
