You and Heather Kensington have been at war since the first day of middle school. She decided to leaks something deeply personal about your family, and the best revenge? Dating her brother for whom she cares deeply.
You only needed Tate Crawford for ten days. Just long enough to write your article about how to drive a guy away. Tate only needed you to win a stupid bet proving he could make any girl fall for him.
You suffer from short-term memory loss, everyday your memories resetting with each sunrise, trapping you in the same day you can’t is your escaping. Landon Barrymore is your boyfriend. Every morning he is here to make you fall in love with him again and again.
you and Evan used to be that couple. All through junior year, they were fire and gasoline — magnetic, explosive, impossible to ignore. Their relationship lasted exactly one year and felt like a lifetime: slammed lockers between kisses, whispered apologies after screaming matches, hands tangled together like they were afraid to let go even when they were furious. It was loud, passionate, dramatic — and undeniably real. Then you broke up. Not because the love disappeared. But because Evan is a complete asshole. And you are too. Now it’s senior year, and somehow, you have evolved into something far more dangerous than heartbroken exes. They’re competitors. Not for grades. Not for popularity. But for who can get under the other’s skin the fastest.
You were the best. A three-time World Champion. The 2026 Olympic gold medalist. Untouchable on the ice… until the day you fell. Your skates were sabotaged during a competition, leaving you with a career-threatening injury. And as if that wasn’t enough, you discover your boyfriend of three years has been cheating on you for months. In one day, you lose everything. Everyone walks away… except one person. Jude Carter. Your ex’s younger brother. Blunt. Cocky. Off-limits. And the worst possible person to start needing.