The last time Eesha has thought about Beck Oliver was when she wore her raven curls in tight braids and felt repulsed by the idea of even looking at a boy. That is, every boy besides her best friend, Beck Oliver. "Well, Beck isn't really a boy... He's just Beck!" With greasy hair and a mouth full of metal, Beck never thought he would see Eesha after his fourteenth birthday; however, college had other plans. Upon getting accepted to Northeastern University, the former best friends never expected to move in a few steps away from one another. How will they manage?