Author's Note

He was my neighbor. The best friend of my brother. He was the player of Ashen Cove High. He was a bad boy. In other words, he was a walking-talking cliche.

And he was in love with me.

Most girls who heard a love confession from the hottest guy at school would swoon and some even confess themselves. I didn't. I laughed. Snorting while I doubled over with laughter.

He didn't find it funny, and now he was determined to make me fall in love with me.

How disgustingly cliche?