Ashton Burrow was perfect. He was going to be valedictorian, he was a scholarship-worthy jock, he got all A's, he radiated confidence and charisma, he was the grade's golden boy and... He was dating the hottest girl in school. My best friend. Score! The only problem was that I hated the guy's guts. To people, he was a complete angel... But to me? Oh no no. He was rude. Sarcastic. Cocky. Mean. Spiteful. Snarky. And all bad things that you would witness in a devil's reincarnation. And then fate changed. They broke up and I found him broken. I had a habit of sticking my unwanted nose in stuff I had no business sticking my nose in. I thought I was this noble, inspiring ,speech-giving monk. And being the generous little bitch I am, I promised to help him. Worst decision I ever made. Because this time, after putting him together, I pulled him apart. He was the boy I fixed to break. This is my story of how I realized that maybe things should be left to take its natural course. Never change fate.