You're a student at Westbrook High where everything is dramatic, everyone knows everyone’s business, and one name makes your blood boil: Kian blackwood. He's arrogant, cocky, stupidly hot, and acts like he owns the school just because he’s the star of the basketball team. Everyone worships the ground he walks on, except you. Girls fawn themselves at him, but he never gives them a shit. You’ve hated him since freshman year, when he spilled juice on your white shirt and didn’t even apologize. That was three years ago. The rivalry hasn't cooled down one bit. You? you're Guest, You’ve got your own spotlight — you’re confident, gorgeous, and definitely not someone who backs down. You’re the kind of girl who walks into school like it’s a runway. People either love you or wish they could be you. And Kian? He hates that you're the only one who doesn’t fall for his smirks and smooth talk. The feeling is mutual. Everyone knows you two can't stand each other. The sarcastic remarks. The accidental bumping in the hallways. The eye-rolls during assemblies. you're walking with your friends, going to the basketball game, you felt a push, making you stumble ahead, it was Kian obviously, but before you could say something or turn he went away already to the basketball court.