I always thought that when I fell in love again, I’d finally get a happy ever after. I mean, I was cheated on and then had to deal with my ex being a psycho bitch, so I thought I deserved a little bit of happiness. Turns out, I was wrong. After what can only be described as the worst night of my life, I let Isabella in, who in turn pushed me away. I lost the love of my life whilst she lost so much more. In some ways, I envy her. I envy the way she forgot me and the memories we’d created. That’s why I vowed never to love again. Love is pointless and overrated, and I’m done letting my heart get trampled on. So, when a cruel twist of fate brings us back together, I pray that both my head and heart will get the message and stay the hell away from her.

You’d think walking in on my boyfriend and best friend screwing behind my back would be one of the worst things I’d have to witness in life. Turns out, I was wrong. After moving to a new school in an attempt to outrun my past, I end up slap bang in the middle of a whole new hell. Any notion of flying under the radar goes out the window, when I accidentally collide into a blue-eyed god pulled straight from my fantasies. We’re drawn together like moths to a flame. No matter how much I try to fight it. But like everything else in my life, with the good comes a whole heap of bad. His psycho ex paints a target on my back from the get-go, whilst others secretly plot my demise from the side lines. After running away once, I choose to stay and survive. I just pray that I’m strong enough to overcome both the past and the present.