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CHAPTER ONE – HOLLEYrule one: you can’t always fake it ‘til you make it“Oh, screw this shit!” I threw the book at the other end of , and it bounced off the arm and onto the floor, then crumpled into a mess

I didn’t care

It could stay there

This ithout a doubt, theti it

I was a masochist

Then again, most romance readers I kneere

I stared at the book accusingly It was lying there onroo atcute about this book Nothing cute about the love triangle or the angst or the potential pregnancy with the guy she didn’t think she wanted to choose!

Not that I could bla to choose Alex He was a baseball player

I wouldn’t pick him, either

Fuck baseball players

I wasn’t going to pick that book up No way There was no chance I was picking it up and reading et all kinds of worked up and not be able to sleep

I’d pick it up to straighten the pages out and slip a bookmark in, ‘cause, you know It wasn’t the book’s fault It didn’t deserve that

Damn it

This was one of the perils of being a bookwors toward inanimate objects

And characters that didn’t exist in real life

God, that was the worst I couldn’t tell you how many times I’d fallen in love with a fictional boy just to wake up the next day and be like, “Oop, no, I’m still alone”

Alone, ten pounds overweight, and a taco aficionado

All right

Fifteen pounds

What? We all lied about our weight And absolutely nobody is the weight it says on their driver’s license

Or their height, if you’re Saylor