Bad Meets Worse
How not to get hurt in a relationship?
How to get the guy crying over you and not the other way around?
All good questions, which I found myself asking last summer when I was under my bed sheets, crying so much that it physically hurt me, having eaten 3 tubs of Ben&Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, working on my melted 4th.
That summer changed me.
I was a naive girl, ready to fall in love whenever a guy would ask to borrow a pencil in class.
But now, I've created rules for myself.. standards.
That summer I promised myself I would never let a guy hurt me in a relationship, and compiled a list of rules of a heartbreaker.
I push everyone away, in hopes of not getting hurt again, and making the boys suffer.
I follow each and every one to the dot, watching as boys are all wrapped around my finger now, me being the ring leader this time around.
That is until I move into my new house, which so happens to be right next to Layton Asher's.
He starts showing an interest in me, playing straight from the Fuckboy handbook.
Oh, but I know his game.. I invented it.
Player against player.
Bad meets worse.
Only one can win though, and one thing's guaranteed;
I'm sure as hell not getting hurt by some new boy.