What would you do if you got a crush on your best friend? What if they were two years older than you? Well, Chloe Peterson decided not to tell anyone about her crush. Her plan backfired when she left her journal at school, however. After her secret gets out, her dad moves them to America. Chloe is so embarrassed by what happened, she can't even bring herself to say goodbye to him. At eleven years of age, she's had her first heartbreak, because why would a popular, thirteen year old boy have a crush on a short, introvert eleven year old girl? Years pass, and Chloe now lives in San Francisco, California. She hasn't spoken to said friend since she moved, when suddenly she runs into him again. And then has to move to London, England to live with her cousins, who just so happen to live down the door from said friend, who by the way, is now famous world-wide. Chloe meets his other four friends, and possibly one of them is crushing on her, and she might be crushing back. Will things just be overly awkward? Will old feelings resurface? Does her friend have an old secret of his own? Welcome, everyone, to the awkward and complicated life of Chloe Peterson.
They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?