And I’ll ignore the fact that he’s sweet and funny. I’ll just pretend that I’m not enjoying his company. And he’s wrecking my plans.īut I’m also not the type to turn away a person in need.

I’m tired of never having had a boyfriend. I’m tired of feeling awkward around boys. To top it all off, I promised myself that I was going to make some serious changes this year. I’ve worked really hard to get my disability under control and one minute in his company and all my hard work flies out the window. I’m not good with people, men in particular, popular athletes especially. For some reason, which I still can’t quite wrap my brain around, I’ve been talked into driving him around as part of his plea deal. What does this have to do with me, you ask? Unfortunately, a lot. In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends.Īnd I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies.īecause the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble.īeautiful disaster in the most literal sense of that label. So I either accept the help he insists on giving me, or lose everything I’ve sacrificed for. And now my entire future––including my scholarship––is in jeopardy. I’ve spent years saving every penny I’ve ever earned to be able to transfer to Malibu University. And my leg wouldn’t resemble a boa constrictor that’s swallowed a feral pig. And frankly, I kind of wish I still didn’t because then I wouldn’t have a sprained ankle to show for it. I had no idea who he was until he almost ran me over. No, really, I’m pretty sure his blind nana taught him how to drive. Owner of a face that belongs under Wikipedia’s definition of drop dead gorgeous.īut most importantly––the worst driver on the planet.

Break you mv ellis