When my parents told me that I'd be spending three weeks at a London prep school on a student exchange my junior year, I was furious. I love New York. My school. My friends. And I didn't want to leave. But after some not-so-subtle insistence about experiencing a new culture, gaining worldly knowledge, and the fact that it was only three weeks, I knew I wasn't getting out of it.
So, I decided that if I had to go, I might as well have some fun.
Which was how I met Harry at a pub. His blue eyes, adorable accent, and charm instantly won me over-right after his lips did.
And I started to think that London might not be so bad.
But then I met Noah.
He's tall, dark, intense, and spends way too much time in the shower. I know this because I have to live with him. And did I mention that he hates me?
My first day at school is more eventful than I anticipated. A boy named Mohammad takes me under his wing, declares himself my guide to the "hostile and hormonal battlefield that is Kensington School," and lays three facts on me:
He, Harry, and Noah are best mates.
I'm the new girl and bound to cause drama.
And I've already got his boys all twisted up.
I'm in way over my head, and it's only my first day