Until the Leather Jacket guy almost lands on her car in a bloody splat, and what’s weird is that he’s holding a scrap of paper with her address on it. Devon could have brought anyone in the world to that concert and he chose me.*Watch the name-dropping in this book. She is the envy of the girls at school her only rival is best-frenemy Bianca who secretly desires the hunkalicious Devon, but it’s all good, because Devon only loves Indie, I mean, out of all the girls in the world, Devon chose Indie to take to a Jay-Z* concert. The latter is highly debatable, given what will happen next. She launches into an inspirational pregame speech about precious high school memories and the importance of showing off our hot bods while we still have them.Indie? She’s the perfect combination of booty, beauty, and brains. For many of them, this is the pinnacle of their lives. She and the girls on the Cheer squad have got it made. So what if her mom’s a batty Wiccan? Indie’s still got it made. She’s dating the most perfect, gorgeous jock in the entire school. She’s got the 3rd highest GPA in school despite the fact that we nary ever see her (perfect) ass touch a classroom chair. She’s in a group of the Pretty People (seriously, that’s what they call themselves). She’s blond-haired, with the perfect body. She is the *hair flips* cheerleader in the school squad. (I don’t want people thinking I’m eating my feelings.) And then I make my way to the Pretty People table. The Summary: I’m almost at the lip of the dining room entrance when, at the last minute, I lop off half the mountain of mashed potatoes. Really, this book is just fucking horrible. Some sickeningly hot, captain-of-the-football-team guy.which they proceed to fight over. We’ve been best friends since the first grade, and he’s just some guy. A view that females should be submissive within a relationshipĥ. Guess who she’ll end up with! Gasp! Shock!Ĥ. The sad thing is that I’d pick the brainless asshole jock over the stalker. A love triangle between an asshole jock and a creepy (but hot) stalker. Despite the fact that she has the 3rd highest GPA in school. A stupid, shallow, bitchy cheerleader stereotype, which wouldn’t be so bad except that it’s the fucking main characterĢ. It makes much-reviled works of art like Twilight read like the fucking Magna Carta.ġ. This book is a cesspool of insipidity into which there is no return. “You’re sick, you know.”Meet your main characters! She's a brainless cheerleader and he's a stalker! Double ugh! I’m suddenly acutely aware that I’m straddling him-wearing a micromini and heels, no less-and I can’t roll off him fast enough.

Hexed by Michelle Krys