Arrogant and scary - two words that describe Presley, the very first grandchild of the famous Velasco family. She was never sweet or vulnerable. She keeps everything to herself, knowing that no one can handle her aside from herself. She's familiar with nothing but pain and anger - things that no one can understand but her best friend, Luke. He had always been by her side, offering shoulders to cry on, hands to wipe away her tears, and a buddy to share her fears with. He did this every single day, until Luke had to leave Presley behind. Something Presley can't deal with, which made her hate the only person who ever cared for her. Is it worth re-igniting past flames?