My high school crush dated my twin brother.
Cherise Monet was everything. Sassy, fine as hell, captain of the cheer squad, and way out of my nerdy league.
Braces. Bifocals. I basically screamed kick me. Zero chance whatsoever.
Fast forward: I’ve upgraded my glasses. Lost the braces, and finally figured out how shampoo works.
Now she’s single.
Dumped by my douchebag twin weeks before her best friend’s week-long destination wedding.
Guess who she wants to go with her pretending to be him...
Hell no.
She’s clearly lost her mind. Right?
Then she had to go and offer to pay for my dog’s surgery.
So yeah...I packed my damn bags.
What could possibly go wrong?
