This is, hands down the worst book I have ever read. I don't know where to start. Or where to end. 
 I read this book because someone presented it to me as being similar in premise to the absolutely wonderful The Hating Game by Sally Thorne. (Spoiler: it was not). Presently, I want to find the person who made that comparison and throttle them with a rock. A pointy one. 
 I started this book as a serious endeavour, which turned into shock after the first page. You may know what I'm referring to. The window. 
 I continued it with hope for a better future, and I finished it just to see how this sorry excuse of a book wrapped up and left us well alone. Apparently it has tons of sequels. Oh, the joy.