He lives to make fun of me, to tease me, to play his stupid pranks on me. Giles, the boy with the surfer good looks, went from being my long-distance heartthrob, to the subject of my every fantasy the moment he moved into my house and started sleeping down the hall. Watching Giles strut his stuff, gain his fame, become class president and the star of the lacrosse team, that didn't bother me. But watching the sexy and popular girls lining up to be his next score - that was hard to take. I died a little every time I saw him preening next to his latest girl-of-the-week, or giving her tongue in the quad, or making out in his car, or going farther, downstairs on our living room couch. I wanted to be the one he kissed. I wanted to be the one he pressed against the cushions.

Publication Year: 2015