43 partes Concluida How not to get hurt in a relationship?
How to get the guy crying over you and not the other way around?
All good questions, which I found myself asking last summer when I was under my bed sheets, crying so much that it physically hurt me, having eaten 3 tubs of Ben&Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, working on my melted 4th.
That summer changed me.
I was a naive girl, ready to fall in love whenever a guy would ask to borrow a pencil in class.
But now, I've created rules for myself.. standards.
That summer I promised myself I would never let a guy hurt me in a relationship, and compiled a list of rules of a heartbreaker.
I push everyone away, in hopes of not getting hurt again, and making the boys suffer.
I follow each and every one to the dot, watching as boys are all wrapped around my finger now, me being the ring leader this time around.
That is until I move into my new house, which so happens to be right next to Layton Asher's.
Fantastic.
He starts showing an interest in me, playing straight from the Fuckboy handbook.
Oh, but I know his game.. I invented it.
Player against player.
Bad meets worse.
Only one can win though, and one thing's guaranteed;
I'm sure as hell not getting hurt by some new boy.
