"Playing with fire is my forte, Tequila."

"Watching you burn is my wet dream, Batman."

"You say otherwise, but you want revenge. I can help you bring everyone involved to their knees."

"You speak like you were not the catalyst. This is not what I came here to talk about."

"Ah, but this is what you truly want. You can have your revenge on everyone- myself included, and in return I possess your body."

"Such a simple discourse, such steep price. I love it, let's dance."

~~

Tequila Wilson is beautiful, smart, witty and absolutely hot. She knows this and she doesn't hesitate to flaunt it. She holds grudges and the elite have wronged her. Her fall from grace was less than graceful and though she isn't actively seeking revenge, she would not mind playing Aaron's game and seeing them all burn for their betrayal.

Aaron Fletcher is dared to bed an estranged friend turned school's mysterious siren. He sets about to do just that. It should be easy. Charm her, fuck her, leave her. But Aaron would soon learn that nothing is easy with the enigma that is Tequila Wilson. Not this version of her at least. As perfect as she seems, Aaron finds she battles a few demons and is ever ready to play with fire.

The typical cliché with a bit of drama. Stolen kisses, drunken confessions, heartbreaks and history thrown in, these two personalities are bound to clash in the worst way.

Love might find a way in, but that is if they survive the crash.

A Simple Discourse

"You're going back to the devil." Himari deadpans with a cursory look. 


"No one knows anything about the case, Himari. Only Aaron." 


"I know about the case now. You do too. You don't need to crawl back to him, when you don't even know his motivation for trying to help you." She raises a hand to silence me when I start to speak. 


"Or! Or if he is indeed trying to help you. For all we know he could be protecting the same monster they all seem to be protecting." 


"Aaron is many things but someone who would protect someone like that. He was truly angry at what was done to the girl." 


"Yes, yet he chose not to bring the perpetrator to book, rather he pinned the blame on your dad. He indirectly protected the bastard." 


All my protests dies down at this point, until.. 


"Stop it, Tequila! You're defending him? Now? I can't believe you!" 


Aaron equals answers (or more questions)