Testing The Waters

I'm not saying I hate Alexander Jameson. After all, I have Jesus in my heart like the good southern girl I am. But if I did hate anyone?

Alex would definitely make the cut.

I have one, singular move in this never-ending game of torment he forces me to play. I avoid Alex with every fiber of my being. The less I have to see of his beautiful (ahem, I mean stupid) face, the better. It's not just a coincidence that we haven't had a single class together since 7th grade. It's entirely by my design-an agenda of self-preservation, if you will.

But fate must have other plans when the place I volunteer at unknowingly assigns me to mentor Alex's little sister.

Now that avoiding Alex is no longer an option, I quickly find myself in dangerous waters with him.

Sink or swim, I'm not going down without a fight.