Easton Banks is a dimwit. A good for nothing playboy that all the girls fawn over the second he breathes in their direction. His head is so far stuck up his butt he doesn't realize that people actually hate him.
Ever since we were 8 years old it seemed his only purpose in this life was to make my life hell as much as possible until the day I died.
And he did just that on the day I graduated college, the day that my life changed forever, all because of a stupid little cocktail.
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