Red

I'm a nineteen year old artist meant to travel the world, woo beautiful girls, and experience all the luxuries life has to offer. One thing I'm not meant for? College.Unfortunately, that all came to an abrupt stop when daddy dearest demanded I spend at least one year at John Hopkins university.So that's how I ended up here, touring through a frat house, wondering how I'll survive nine months of hell.Then I meet Red. The kind of girl I tend to avoid. The tattoos on her arms paint a picture of pure menace. Her sharp tongue and mean right hook is proof of how bad she really is-and she's really, really bad.She has warning signs written all over, and I can practically smell the stench of secrets on her.But here's the thing...I don't care.