Charlie Beck is the Chicken King of Adams.

I'm... well... I'm just Missy Clark, King, or I mean, Queen of nothing but sassy one-liners and malaphors.

It's not "rocket surgery" to see that Charlie and I are on different paths in life. He's got the whole world in the palm of his hand, and I barely know what I'm doing ten minutes from now, let alone for the rest of my life.

So, when two pink lines change everything, I do the only thing that makes sense. RUN!

That is until Charlie Beck catches up to me, and he has something to say...