My mom says that you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself. So even though Vincent is getting more and more scary. Even though he’s doing a nationwide search for me. I’m going to learn to love myself. Well, I’m going to try. Mostly, I want a boy to love me. But which one? Dawson - The gorgeous boy who made a mistake, but whose molten lava kisses and steaminess I can’t freaking resist. or Aiden - The God of all Hotties, who is practically infused with love potion. Who I thought liked me, but now says he wants to be my friend. or Brooklyn - The boy that first stole my heart. Who has always loved me. Well, until the whole cabana incident. I mean, it was bad enough when there was sort of a love triangle, but now that I’m talking to B again, it’s like I’m in a love rectangle, or a rhombus, or something. Oh, and did I mention Cooper Steele? The new soccer coaching, health teaching, tattooed hunk? Who Garrett sent to school to guard my body. I mean, be my bodyguard. But back to loving me. I should forget about boys and worry about me. Love me. Like, eventually.