Emma hated the new kid the instant he stepped into her math class. While every other girl wanted to drop their panties for the new bad boy, Emma wanted to shove her fist into his arrogant face. If Blake was a goldfish she'd purposely scoop him out of the fishbowl and let him suffocate on air, if Blake was a piece of art she'd soak him in gasoline and set him ablaze, afterwards she'd pour hot bleach into her tainted eyes; you get the idea. Yet, as much as Emma hated him she can't explain the bursts of warmth and comfort she felt from his presence. And little did she know that Blake would change her normal life forever....