What happens when two strangers find themselves alone at a New Years Eve party only minutes before the clock strikes midnight? One thing's for certain: it doesn't involve Katie losing her transparent pumps as she flees from Liam. Instead, the encounter ends with an agreement. Liam will teach Katie how to reach out of her comfort zone and pose as the boyfriend everyone has been nagging her to get, and in return, Katie will help Liam get over his ex. But if only matters stayed that simple. After all, Cinderella always falls for Prince Charming. But what happens when Prince Charming is in love with a different girl?

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.