One boyfriend had been way too many to handle when it came to being dumped by shirtless, boy-wonder, Jacob Black. But being dumped for the pale skinned, dull hair, no fashioned sensed, non-emotional Bella Swan; I knew I had done something wrong. Like, come on. I hadn't been any better, but I settled when I didn't have to. And that was what made it clear that I shouldn't do it ever again. And that was my own personal promise. I will never settle for anyone. Especially a stupid, self-obsessed, womanizing, Quileute boy. For as long as I lived. But I also never seemed to learn from my mistakes, cause I was bound to do it again. And like promises, most of them were meant to be broken...