"That was a mistake. You're not my type and never will be." I told Jake while walking away. The nerve he has to think that high of himself. It was obvious that perfectionists like me would never go for slackers like him, never mind my favourite enemy Jake Westwick. Taylor Mitchell had the perfect life. She was absolutely beautiful, popular, got the best grades without trying, had a quarterback as her boyfriend, and was spoiled rotten. Well, it was until her frenemy Jake Westwick was forced to stay at the Mitchell's for a month. Will they learn to get along, and will Taylor learn that life's not all about being perfect?