Seventeen year old Ronnie was just a normal girl, born into a normal family, living in a normal town. Her life was great. She had loving parents, she made good grades, she was a wonderful singer. She had friends, plenty of them, but there seemed to be something missing. Something big. She was happy, but she could tell there was something not there. An empty hole. Once she met Parker, a nineteen year old heartbreak from the big city, the hole seemed to shrink. She knew he was trouble. It was plastered on his face; it was the permanent smirk on his face. It was the way he walked proudly, head held high. But she couldn't seem to tell him no. And she hated him for it. She had so much going for her, being young and talented meant the world to her, and she refused to let that dark eyed boy ruin that for her.