Calculus? Impossible to understand. Guys, however? Much more difficult. But when you take these two and put them together… Diana I can’t stand Carson Ryder. Not since he threw that pie in my face the first day we met. What’s worse is having him live right next door and sharing a class. But when my scholarship is in jeopardy, I find myself going to him for help. Even when I want it the least. I’m desperate enough to call a truce so that the bane of my existence can help raise my grade in our shared calculus to stay at this school. Math is already hard but understanding the complexity that is Carson is a whole other equation that I’m not sure I want to solve. Not yet. Carson When I hear about Diana Blanco’s predicament, I step up and volunteer to help her pass the class. I know I’m walking into a mousetrap of my own volition because I’m choosing to help the girl next door who hates my guts but I can’t help it. It’s all one-sided and irrational, like the numbers I’m helping her remember. Especially when all the time we spent together has me feeling that she’s more than the stubborn brunette who gives me the stink eye every chance she gets. And all it takes is a truce between Pie and Pi for her to see that maybe I’m not the biggest douchebag in the world.