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PROLOGUE

REID

I was told the nurses swooned when I was born, so the -off point, and in a way it set the course for the rest ofand well liked, you held the world in the palht, it probably wasn’t the best idea that my mom told me their reaction It caused me to expect a certain amount of attention everywhere I went, attention that, no rocery store, doctor’s office, school--I always had

Things got progressively worse as I got older, because when I wasn’t on the receiving end of admiration, it upset e, I adored them I was immature and rarely rejected, so it never occurred to ood looks, nice eyes, and a killer set by I used my charm on everyone from my own parents to schoolteachers If someone told e that to a yes, and usually I was successful Eventually my mom noticed she had raised a spoiled monster, so when I turned sixteen she tried to keep rade I may have flirted with said teacher, I htly co and I was desperate to pass the class My ear still burns when I think aboutme out of the principal’s office headfirst

I learned an important lesson that day, one that stuck with me She said looks would fade, but you were stuck with a personality forever

As the whiskey seared its way down my throat, I winced, sed, then poured myself another shot

Then another

And another

And another

My chest still hurt I rubbed the spot where ain

"Reid,"to love you, and you’re going to love them, but there will come a time in your life when you have to choose one"

"But I don’t want to choose one!" I said, absolutely horrified at the prospect Would it be like choosing a best friend? Or picking outthose types of choices? I e juice or milk, I hid under the table and cried!

"Honey" Morown man, mature You’ll know your own hed bitterly and tiltedanother shot down my throat

Older

Wiser

More mature

Not true Not at all Because when it finally ca Yes, let’s call it a snag I mean, to call it a uy in this scenario Believe me, if there ever was a villain to name all villains? A monster kids talked about around the campfire? Whispered about in front of a ht

I took threeto erase my own memory

My story starts like a lot of people’s do: with a bad decision

Followed by several uilt

Shame

Reuy; I don’t cry Hell, ies

The thing about picking one girl? The thing about growing up and knowing that it’s tirab a tie?

Well, it sucks