In every element of her life, even before she was born, Blake Carson has failed. She isn’t a boy, she isn’t pretty, she doesn’t fit in—she is ugly. That is what she believes. All of her faults make her ugly.
Then he comes along. Logan Black has met ugly head on, and lived to tell the tale. Now he has moved to West County, to get away from both his father and the pain of the past. He never expected to meet his future, but there she sits in the cafeteria at school, accepting everyone’s judgment, and worse, believing them.
But Logan knows she isn’t ugly. She isn’t a failure, and he is about to show her another way. He is determined to be her friend—and more.
Then a fight brings his father to town, and Logan runs, taking Blake with him. But they can’t run forever, and when an accident leaves them no choice, they have to head home and face the consequences of what they did. Can their love survive the real ugly in the world?
“He wants you to go back with him.”
“I either go with him, or he comes here.” He started to pace, and her bedroom was so small that it didn’t take him long to grow bored. Taking the seat beside her on the bed, he stared at her. “I don’t want him here.”
“Going back to Vegas, that’s going to your old life, right?”
“Maybe it’s for the best. You had friends there.”
“None of them are like you, and I didn’t have friends, not really.”
She pushed some hair out of her face, and he saw how beautiful she was, even wearing the glasses that hid her brown eyes from him at times. He’d convinced her to try contacts, which she wore now more than ever.
“You’re confusing me, Logan. What do you want?”
“I want to stay with you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. If you want to stay with me then your father is going to have to live here.”
“You ever thought about running away?”
Blake tilted her head, staring at him. “Running away?”
“You know, packing your bags, and leaving.”
“Yeah, all the time. It would be so much easier to just leave. You’re thinking of running away?”
“Why not? We only need each other.”
“Logan, be serious.”
“I am being serious.” The more he thought about it, the easier he truly believed life would be.
Blake paused. “Neither of us have any money. I have four months’ worth of savings, that’s not a lot.”
“I have money. My parents set it up when I was born. I’ve got plenty for the two of us.”
She stared at him. “What will we do?”
“Go, find a place to live our lives away from all of this.”
“What if we do something wrong? I’m not eighteen yet, and you are.”
“I’ll say I kidnapped you.”
“Logan, this is serious. You really want to do this?”
“Why not? It’s just you and me, and us. What more could there be?”