He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

I may look like a good girl on the outside, but on the inside I'm a balled up mess of emotions, ready to explode at anytime, at any place. It may not look like my life is a mess but it is. I've had my share of boyfriends, but as soon as they find out....they're gone. I need that 'one' that I can tell everything to, that can help me forget, maybe just once... then came the Miller boys....