Oliver is the new British boy in town. He moves next door to a girl who can't love herself let alone someone else. Little dose she know Oliver is the one she had been waiting for her entire life. But Oliver is broken and nobody knows what it was that made a piece of him die. Can Lexxie see past Oliver's tough guy charade and break past his walls or will she forever be fooled by his carefree mask?

"Do you really think it's that easy?" I ask, glaring up at him. He takes a step closer. "It's not going to work on me." He raises an eyebrow at me. "What's not going to work?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he gently wraps an arm around my waist, caressing my cheek with the other. "I see exactly what you're doing, Oliver. I've seen you do it with every other girl. You sweet-talk them so they think you actually like them, and then you lower them into bed with you. Well guess what? I'm not falling for it." And with that, I walk out of the room, leaving him speechless.