Dusk. Douglas P.

This place is called Blackcher. A secluded estate in a remote area, where the rich send their guilty sons.

Will Grayson has always been a real beast. Unrestrained, wild. He never followed the rules, except for one thing: do what you consider necessary.

In high school, he with pleasure pinched me in the corners when no one saw. Otherwise, everyone around would understand how Mr. Mr. Popularity needed this quiet girl-botanik, whom he liked to mock.

But I know something else. How soft it can be. And with what despair to protect me.

The truth is that he has the right to hate me.

This is all my fault. That's it.

The Devil's Night. Video. Arrests.

And I do not regret anything.