It’s been three months since she left. No explanation. No goodbye. Nothing.

She left me behind like I meant nothing to her—as if what we shared was insignificant and not worth fighting for.

Now my life consists of long hours at the gym, endless partying, and an immense amount of hate for the one girl who stole my heart and sliced it open, leaving it raw and bleeding…Red.

For the last few weeks I’ve been doing everything I can to forget about her, about us. In fact, I’m pretty sure if she had to show up around here I’d be completely unaffected by her.

Boy, was I wrong.

When Red is suddenly back in town, she makes it impossible for me to ignore her. She’s still as stubborn and feisty as ever, and she’s determined to get what she wants.

Me.

Tagline: Some mistakes are meant to be made twice.