It wasn't supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be girlfriendless, homeless and jobless at twenty-eight. And I most defi,itely wasn't supposed to hit Hollywood's resident bad girl Camila Cabello with my car and break his foot. Now, my guilt and homelessness have me living his apartement, taking care of him, while he's incapacited. Living with the hottest woman in Hollwood, who I've had a crush on forever, doesn't sound like a chore, right? Wrong. Camila Cabello is a crude, rude asshole who drinks way too much and smokes like a chimney. The sooner I get a new place to live and when Camila's foot is healed, I'm out of here. So why, do I keep forgetting to check the classifieds? And why do I keep getting flustered when I see her shirtless? Breaking Hollywood wasn't part of the plan. But neither is falling in love with her. G!P CAMILA ALL RIGHT GO TO SAMANTHA TOWLE