Chapter 15: How Likely Are You To Believe That I Have Polio?

“You know, I really don’t think that this is necessary at all,” I tell Bradley a few hours after we’ve arrived back at Francesca’s house. 

“Yeah, well, I do,” He counters, sitting down in my desk chair and running his fingers through his messy brown hair.

“Yeah, well, you’re wrong,” I huff, mocking Bradley and rolling my eyes at him, partially annoyed.

“I’m not wrong, you’re just stubborn,” Bradley assures me, giving his stupid signature crooked grin.

“If anyone is stubborn here, it’s you,” I reply, glancing over at all my packed luggage, deciding that I’ll unpack it all later.

“I’m not stubborn, you’re the stubborn one,” He argues, keeping up our playful banter.

“Says the guy that broke up with me on premonition.” I teasingly remind him.

“You know what? Shut up,” Bradley replies, trying to frown, but he’s obviously not angry, because he’s still smiling.

When Bradley and I left the airport, we went to some little coffee bistro thingy just a few minutes away from the airport. There is where we sat for about two hours and just talked about everything that we should have talked about a long time ago. I told him everything about Drew that had to do with him liking me or whatever he calls it.

From  the time in Vail when he first told me to that huge argument that the two of us had the day that we left Vail that carried on for a few days. Then of course, after that, Drew wasn’t so bluntly obvious with his little thing for me, so there wasn’t much to report to Bradley aside from the whole airport fiasco, him kissing me just because he wanted to for his birthday. Still, I think that was a really idiotic thing to do considering the fact that his birthday was still like, almost a week away from that day.

Anyways though, explaining everything to Bradley took about two hours just because we were simultaneously eating. Once we left, we came back to the house—  not surprisingly, everyone is still sleeping—  and now we’re in my room.

“I’m just saying,” I defend in a singsong voice.

“Do you want some help unpacking?” Bradley offers, gesturing to my bags, changing the subject.

“That was such a smooth transition,” I sarcastically say, climbing off of my bed with a small giggle. “But yeah, sure.”

“I know it was smooth, it’s just what I do,” Bradley replies with a boyish grin as he stands up and cross over towards where I’m standing, which is where my bags are resting on the floor. He plops down on the ground and unzips one of my bags, so with a small sigh, I do the same, sitting down beside him and reaching into the bag. We’re both quiet for a while as we unpack my bags and put the stuff back up where it goes.

Bradley’s really terrible with folding clothes though, so I put the stuff up that goes in the dresser and he hangs the closet stuff up. He’s not so great with that either, hanging them up but when he’s folding he just balls the clothes up and puts them up. Whoever he marries like, once he grows up sure does have her work cut out for her. He’s my friend though, so I kind of have no choice but to put up with him. Not that I’m complaining though because he was totally ignoring me just a few days ago. I think that we’re back together now though, Bradley and me. I mean, he didn’t ask me out again so it’s not like, official but I think it’s coming.

Even though I’m glad that he basically forced me to stay here in Italy, I’m also just a little bit bummed about it. I mean, I really was looking forward to going back home to Michigan. I’ve never like, lived with Arianna in a house that wasn’t our mother’s house, so I was kinda looking forward to that. Not to mention the fact that I really do miss Charlie since it’s been a while since I last saw her. I was even sort of excited to see Jared. We’re not any closer than we ever were, Jared and me, but I guess he’s not so bad of a guy. After all, he’s a twenty-year-old boy who’s practically given up his partying ways just to be with my sister and raise his daughter so that in itself makes me respect him just a little bit.

“So, I’m really glad that you didn’t leave,” Bradley informs me about twenty minutes into the unpacking of all my luggage.

“Yeah, well, thanks to you,” I chuckle from across the room, where I’m stuffing stuff into the drawer.

“What, are you still mad at me?” He wonders bluntly, closing my closet once he’s finished hanging everything up.

“Nope, I’m not mad at you,” I tell him truthfully.

“Well, you seem like you’re mad at me,” Bradley notes.

“Well, I’m not so stop thinking that I am,” I giggle, continuing to fold my clothes up.

“I know what the real problem here is,” He informs me. Bradley strolls across the room to where I’m standing and leans against the wall that the dresser is pushed back to, crossing his arms across his chest with a small and smug smirk on his face.

“What’s that?” I wonder curiously, eyeing a pair of the panties he bought for me and putting them in the drawer.

“We just haven’t had mind-blowing make up sex yet and that just needs to happen,” Bradley explains simply with a grin.

“You’re such a boy,” I laugh, rolling my eyes. “Besides, we did have sex last night, mind you,” I remind him. I turn away from him momentarily to grab the rest of my folded t-shirts and yoga pants and stuff like that doesn’t go in the closet and then I put them all in the dresser drawers before closing them and falling back on my back on my bed with a relieved sigh.

“Oh, yeah, no, I remember,” He retorts, flipping the light off. The sun is up and bright in the sky, streaming in through my slightly parted curtains so the room isn’t dark at all. Bradley walks over to the bed and then climbs over on top of me since I’m lying down and he places his hands above me on either side of the bed, trapping me. Well, not exactly trapping me because I could just roll out, but I don’t. Instead, I just lie there and give him a weird look.

“You’re really weird, you know that?” I ask him.

“Yep,” Bradley nods with a small sigh. “You tell me about eighty five thousand times a day,” He adds.

“Because it’s true,” I giggle, leaning up on my elbows and pushing my lips to his.

I mean, his lips are nice and I like kissing them, plus he’s already laying over on top of me, so why not? Like I said, we’ll be back together soon enough. At least, I’m thinking that we will be. Bradley grins against my lips and I take that to mean that he’s happy that I’m actually initiating a kiss which I haven’t done in a while. It doesn’t take too long for the kiss to become a heated make-out session and I’m tugging Bradley’s shirt over his head, running my fingers down his delicious abs.

“We’ll have this so called mind-blowing make up sex later though, I promise.” I murmur against his lips.

“I’m holding you to that,” He assures me in a ridiculously husky voice.

We’re not gonna actually go all the way right now though, I know because it’s too risky. Could you imagine how embarrassing it would be if one of the guys or—  God forbid—  Elena or Francesca just walked in and saw Bradley and I being all…intimate? I’d probably have a heart attack and then proceed to kill myself. I know that someone could walk in and catch us kissing, but that’s a lot less embarrassing than someone seeing us…doing it. I’m getting creeped out just thinking about it.

“Hey Sydney?” Bradley murmurs against my lips after a few seconds.

“Yeah?” I reply, my breath baited as I pull away from him slightly.

“I love you a lot,” He informs me before pushing his lips back to mine, rolling us over on the bed so that I’m straddling him.

“I love you a lot too,” I giggle against his lips before raising my arms up, allowing him to yank my shirt off over my head. I do have a bra on, obviously, so it’s not anything too particularly naughty, us making out without our tops on. Besides, like I said, we’re basically together again. I’m just waiting for him to ask me before I actually sleep with him again. What can I say? I’m stubborn.

Bradley moves his lips from mine after a few minutes and kisses down my jawbone earning a small moan from me before attaching his lips to a random spot on my neck. He starts sucking on that spot and I let out a slightly louder moan, running on hand down his front, down past his abs and across the front of his jeans teasingly.

“That’s just not fair,” Bradley groans, pushing his body closer to mine.

“Well, you put me through hell for a month,” I defend, moving my hand away from the front of his pants before he can get too hot and bothered by what I just did. I wound my arms around his neck and pull him as close as I possibly can so that we’re pressed against each other.

“That’s true,” He agrees but I can tell he’s not really interested in talking right now, so I stop doing that and just keep kissing him.

You’d be surprised at how fast things got even hotter and heavier than they already were now that we were being completely silent aside from all the moaning and groaning. His hands were down in the back of my yoga shorts, squeezing my butt lightly and mine were everywhere on him when my bedroom door burst opened without any warning at all.

Bradley and I quickly jump away from each other, both hearing the door swing open. I quickly scramble off of the bed without turning to look at the person and retrieve my shirt from the floor, pulling it on since I’m only wearing a bra. A very teenager-y decorated with yellow smiley faces push-up bra at that. When I have my shirt back on, I turn around, facing the person and I let out a huge sigh of relief when I see that it’s just Walker and not Francesca or Elena.

“Well, erm, this is awkward,” Walker laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey Walky,” I greet just as awkwardly, running my fingers through my hair and sitting back on the bed.

“Hey there,” He retorts with a small chuckle. He glances at Bradley and then raises his eyebrows at Bradley’s half-nakedness.

“Um, hey Walker,” Bradley welcomes with a small and somewhat forced grin.

“Hello again,” Walker replies. “Well, I think I’m gonna go now. You two just…yeah.” He says before turning to leave the room.

“Wait, no, what’s up? What’d you want?” I query, walking behind him and placing my hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“Nothing important,” He shrugs. “I was just coming to invite you to Villa Borghese. Me, Mikey and Jaime are going there because Drew’s like, not talking to anyone and Tanner has plans with Elena and we didn’t want you to be all alone,” He then explains to me.

“The Villa Borghese? Like, the Gardens?” I question, running my fingers through my hair again out of habit because it feels weird.

“Yep, the Villa Borghese Gardens,” Walker confirms. “I mean, Bradley, you can come too, we just didn’t think you’d want to. None of us knew you two were, um, together again. Well, I guess Mikey knew because he said that you two had sex or at least did something sexual, but you know how credible Mikey’s stuff is.” Walker nonchalantly says then laughs at the mortified look on my face. “What’re you looking like that for?”

“How is it so easy for you guys to discuss my sex life?” I demand, crossing my arms across my chest.

“It just is, I guess,” Walker laughs with a careless shrug. “Anyway, do you wanna come with us or no?”

“Sure, I always did wanna see the Gardens,” I chirp then look over my shoulder at Bradley. “You’re coming too, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, we saw how awesomely things turned out the last time I was alone with Drew,” He answers.

“Yeah, that was just ridiculous. Bradley, can I talk to you? Like, in private?” Walker wonders, scratching his stomach randomly.

He doesn’t have a shirt on, Walker doesn’t, which is normal because he never, ever wears shirts unless he’s like, required to or out in public or something. I always make fun of him though because he has an outie belly button and I always poke it and stuff because I’ve never known anyone with an outie and he always has his shirt off anyway.

Plus he has a happy trail that’s like, dirty blonde and I like to tease him about that because his hair is brown. Not that I spend an abnormal amount of time looking at Walker’s stomach or anything because I don’t. That’s just weird. But when you never wear a shirt, it’s kinda hard not to notice.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Bradley confirms, standing to his feet and pulling his t-shirt on, kissing my head as he walks by me. “I’ll be right back,” He informs me before leaving the room with Walker. I nod in understanding and close the door behind them.

Of course I only close the door so that they’ll think I’m not eavesdropping which I’m totally gonna do. I creep the door back open quietly, thankful for the fact that Walker’s bedroom is on the other side of mine so I can easily hear them talking because his door’s not closed, I guess.

“What the hell was that, Bradley?” He demands in a frustrated tone of Bradley.

“What are you talking about, Walker?” Bradley sighs and I imagine him sighing.

“You and Sydney in there sucking each other’s faces off, that’s what I’m talking about!”

“Are you…angry about that?” Bradley wonders, sounding genuinely confused.

“Yes, I’m angry about that. What, are you guys back together now or something?”

“Wait, you don’t…Walker, you don’t have a crush on Sydney or something, do you?”

“No, I don’t have a crush on Sydney, Bradley. She’s my best friend and I happen to care a lot about her. I mean, you’re my friend too but you really did screw up when you broke her heart. Now, you’re still my boy, you know, and if you two wanna be together again, I don’t have a problem with that but I need you to know that if you ever pull anything else like what you did at the airport that day, I will personally kill you. This is Italy, I can probably find a guillotine to do it too,” Walker says, his tone serious.

I giggle quietly at that last part about the guillotine because Walker’s just really weird and guillotine’s were a French thing anyway, I think. Or maybe it was England. I don’t know. History never was my strong point anyway. Due to me thinking about the guillotine, I miss what Bradley says in response to Walker but I do hear Walker scoff.

“Yeah, Syd’s naïve, I think we can all agree on that. She forgives way easier than she— ”

“Walker, I know you’re concerned about her and you have every right to be but you really need to chill out,” Bradley interrupts.

“I just don’t want her to be back in the place she was when we got here. Starving herself, drinking all different types of alcohol, kissing random Italians, throwing up her food, cutting her hair, crying herself to sleep. Dude, the list goes on for miles,” He says.

“Yeah, I know that. I know that it’s my fault too but I’m working on it and I’m gonna make everything good with Syd and me.”

“Yeah, well, you better,” Walker murmurs.

“I am.” Bradley laughs. “So, that was all you wanted to talk about?”

“That was it,” Walker confirms, clearing his throat roughly.

“Okay then, well, I’ll see you, man,” Bradley replies. “We’re cool, right?” He wonders.

“Yeah, we’re cool,” Walker confirms and I hear he and Bradley do the weird guy handshake.

I close the door quietly and then run over to my bed so that Bradley doesn’t know that I was eavesdropping. I quickly grab the remote and turn the TV on, staring at it like I was watching it but I really don’t even know what it is, this show or movie or whatever. Francesca has a lot of American TV stations which is really nice and convenient for us Michiganders.

“You’re awful,” Bradley tells me, walking back into the room and closing the door.

“What? How am I awful?” I wonder, looking up at him from the TV.

“Because you were eavesdropping,” He laughs, standing at the edge of the bed and offering me his hand.

“I was not,” I deny, shaking my head. “Why would you even say that?” I wonder, grabbing his hand even though I’m not quite sure why he offers it. He pulls me up and throws his arm around my shoulder, leading me to the bedroom door.

“Because I know you, that’s why,” Bradley tells me simply, pulling the bedroom door open and walking me out of it.

“What are we doing?” I wonder, ignoring his remark about my eavesdropping.

“We’re going to talk to Drew, silly, you didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you?”

“I was kinda hopping so,” I admit with a heavy and dramatic sigh.

“I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to learn that you can’t run from your problems,” Bradley sighs.

“It’s gonna take running from my problems to fail before that happens,” I shoot back.

“Well, you tried to run from your problems this morning and that failed,” He reminds me.

“Yes, but that doesn’t count,” I giggle then sigh again as we stand in front of Drew’s door.

“Okay, whatever you say, Sydney,” Bradley appeases me with a small smile before he raises his hand and knocks on the door.

“How likely are you to believe that I have polio?” I wonder randomly, looking up at Bradley with an inquisitive look on my face.

“Polio? As in that disease that makes it harder to walk?” He wonders, lacing his fingers through mine.

“Yes, that one. I have that so I should just go back to my room and sit down,” I lie as Drew swings the door open.

Bradley shakes his head and laughs at me before directing his attention to Drew, who, I must say, looks absolutely disgusting. His hair is everywhere and it’s well past the time for him to get his haircut. He’s got on a white t-shirt like, ketchup, mustard and barbeque sauce stains all over it and he’s wearing a pair of wooly sweatpants. I knew that Drew was crazy from the minute that he said he liked me, but I didn’t know he was that crazy. I mean, he’s wearing wool. In July. In Rome, Freaking, Italy! Who does that?

“What?” He asks, scratching at the growing stubble on his face. He also needs to shave. Shave, shower and cut his hair because he really, he’s looking like a homeless bum right now and it’s just so disturbing. Plus there’s some sort of weird and no so pleasant smelling odor emitting from his room and it makes me wanna throw up.

“We gotta talk to you,” Bradley tells Drew when he realizes I’m not going to say it to him myself.

“Okay,” Drew sighs with a nodding, pushing his hair out of his face. “What do you guys wanna talk about?”

“We wanna talk about Curious George—  what do you think we wanna talk about, you giant dip wad?” I snap, annoyed at him.

“Syd, down girl,” Bradley teases, tightening his grip on mine loosely. It doesn’t like, hurt or anything though, his hand in mind.

“Can we maybe do this later?” Drew asks, heaving a sigh and running his fingers through his messy hair.

“What, are you busy?” Bradley wonders, giving him a strange look.

“A little bit, yeah,” He confirms with a nod, looking down at me briefly.

“Don’t look at me,” I snap.

“I never knew you were so…temperamental,” Drew observes. “Are you on your period or something?”

“I’m not doing this, Bradley,” I inform my boyfriend who is now glaring at Drew as I drop his hand and try to walk off.

“Dude, shut up,” Bradley demands to Drew, grabbing my hand again and gently pulling me back.

“I think it’s reasonable conclusion,” Drew defends, raising his hands in surrender.

“I think it’s reasonable conclusion,” I reply, mimicking his stupid voice.

“We’re all adults here, can we please just act like it?” Bradley asks with a sigh.

“I am perfectly capable of acting like an adult, Drew the life-ruiner is the one that can’t,” I reply.

“You’re just so stupid and dramatic,” Drew murmurs, rolling his eyes at me.

“You know, just because I don’t reciprocate your stupid feelings for me, doesn’t mean you have to be so mean to me,” I huff.

“Seriously, Drew, don’t call her that kinda stuff,” Bradley replies, pushing past Drew and walking into his room, pulling me along.

Drew sighs and closes his bedroom door before crossing the room and sitting on his bed. This is the first time since we got here that I’ve been in Drew’s room and while it’s a really nice room, it looks terrible because Drew has his stuff spread out everywhere. And I thought that I was unorganized. Bradley sits down in the desk chair and I sit down on the arm chair thingy in the room.

I was gonna just sit on Bradley’s lap to rub our relationship in Drew’s face but I do remember once upon a time he wasn’t a giant dick face and we used to be best friends and the last thing I wanna do is hurt him. Even though he’s hurt me a few times in the past few months. I’d like to think that I’m a good person and while I don’t like him, I will always love him.

Drew, I mean. You know, in a friendly and totally platonic way because I’d rather take a bullet to the brain than be in a relationship with him. Not because he’s like, ugly or anything—  none of my friends are ugly, they’re all ridiculously good looking, actually—  but I just couldn’t see myself with him.

“So, um, you guys are back together?” Drew wonders, looking at me and then Bradley and back again.

“Yep,” I confirm with a nod. “Well, you know, not officially, but yep,” I inform him.

“Well, that’s…good, I guess,” He replies.

This is so awkward. I think to myself as I stare down at the carpeted floor, running my foot across it. It tickles, but I don’t laugh. This is honestly the last place I want to be right now, here in Drew’s room with Bradley and attempting to make amends. Don’t get me wrong, I want to make up with Drew and I’m sure Bradley does too, but this is just so weird. I mean, I know that he likes me and all and doesn’t want me to be with Bradley and it’s just so depressingly sad. I love Bradley but I love Drew—  not like I love Bradley, of course—  and I don’t want to hurt him. But I can’t just put my happiness on the back burner for him. I won’t do that.

“Yeah, so, we’re back together and you’re gonna respect that,” Bradley tells Drew matter-of-factly.

“What are you talking about? I always respected your relationship,” Drew scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, kissing my girlfriend with me like, fifty feet away was an amazing way to show your respect,” Bradley snorts.

“It’s not like I— ”

“I thought that we were supposed to be making up?” I interject, not in the mood to deal with all the yelling that I know is coming.

“Right, we are,” Bradley sighs. “Well, forgive and forget, that’s my motto,” He says, standing up and walking over to Drew.

When he reaches the foot of the bed, Drew stands up and looks at Bradley strangely. I also stand up just because they both did and I’m a little bit worried that Bradley’s gonna like, hit Drew or something. He doesn’t though. He just raises his hand, extending it to Drew for him to shake it. Drew looks at it for a minute before letting out a heavy sigh—  man, he sure is sigh-y today—  and he raises his own hand, shaking Bradley’s firmly.

Boys are so much less complicated that girls. While I’m sure that Bradley and Drew will never be as good as friends as they once were, they’re obviously gonna be cordial with each other. They just had a peace offering, for crying out loud. If they were girls, feelings would be hurt by now and someone would be in a corner crying while the other sought out ways to destroy the other girls life. That’s just how girls are. They are vicious creatures and that’s why my only friends are guys aside from like, Jaime and Elena.

“Right, forgive and forget,” Drew sighs then looks over at me. He walks over to me and suddenly wraps his arms around me, enveloping me in a hug. He smells so weird, like he took a bath in tequila or something, but I don’t let that stop me from returning his hug. I wrap my arms around his midsection while he wraps his around my waist, hugging me tightly.

“I’m sorry,” He softly murmurs in my hair after a few seconds.

“Me too,” I reply truthfully. “I’m sorry for throwing alcohol at you and a glass and being mean to you and not giving you money when you were in jail and ignoring you and just being a terrible best friend,” I apologize as I push my face into his chest, trying to breathe through my mouth so that I don’t have to inhale the horrid smell of tequila. When I pull away from Drew, he offers me a small smile which I return before looping my arm through Bradley’s as he walks over to us.

“We’re going to the Villa Borghese Gardens in a little bit with everyone but Tanner and Elena,” I inform him. “Do you wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure, that’d be cool,” Drew agrees with a smile and it’s obvious that he’s happy that someone’s actually inviting him along.

“Okay, well, we’re not leaving for a while, which is good because you really need to shower and like, clean your room—  it’s gross.”

Drew laughs at that, pushing his hair out of his face. “Yeah, I know. I’ll get on all that good stuff now then.” He assures me.

“Then we’ll be in my room and I’ll tell you when we’re about to leave,” I tell him chirpily.

“Sounds great,” Drew nods, a vague smile still on his face.

Bradley nods at him and then the two of us exit the room, going back to mine. When we reach it, I plop down on the bed with Bradley doing the same. “See, that wasn’t so bad now was it?” Bradley asks, slipping his fingers through mine.

“It was painfully awkward,” I complain with a sigh. “But I guess it could have gone worse,” I assert.

“Exactly,” He pipes with a grin. “Now, are you happy?”

“Well, for the most part,” I say with a nod.

“The most part?” He echoes then frowns. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“You still haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend again, you silly wildebeest,” I remind him with a giggle.

“Wildebeest?” Bradley repeats with a laugh. “You’re just so weird.”

“Maybe,” I shrug carelessly. “But choppy chop, get to the asking,” I demand.

“You’re bossy,” He supplies but then clears his throat. “So, um, will you, you know, go out with me? Again.”

“That wasn’t romantic at all!” I exclaim, slapping his shoulder, which makes him laugh.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Bradley apologizes after he’s done laughing. “Since you’re gonna make me be all dramatic and theatric about this…” He stands up and takes a deep breath before he stands to his feet and grabs my hands, pulling me up. He keeps my hands encased in his and then says, “Sydney Madison Barker will you, pretty, pretty please do me the extreme honor of giving me another chance that I don’t deserve in calling myself your boyfriend? And in case that didn’t get it across, I’m simplify it; will you please, please, please be my girlfriend again? I swear on my life that I’m never, ever, never, ever, never gonna do anything else to hurt you.”

“Jeez, you’re still such a cheese ball,” I giggle with a wide and goofy grin.

“There you go again, avoiding the question after I put my heart on the line,” Bradley sighs with a small smile.

“I’m not avoiding the question!” I assure him, shaking my head. “You know that I have a slight tendency to like, digress,” I defend. “But yes, I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend again,” I confirm, my wide and goofy grin growing even wider and goofier by the second.

I finally have Bradley back and I finally have Drew back and I finally have my life back and now I’m just hoping and praying that this vacation will finally start to be amazing. 

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Author's Note: Tada! There it is! Sydley, Brydney, Bydney or whatever you called them are back together and yeah, that makes me really happy so I'm hoping it also make you happy. Please enjoy that random gif of Barbara Palvin (Sydney) over there and the song! The song was recommended by my friend, writerbug44, about a bazillion years ago (more like two months ago) and I have no idea how I remembered that, but I did, so yeah. 

Happy Labor Day! I don't know if you're supposed to wish people a merry Labor Day or not, but I'm just happy because I'm out of school. Anyways, thoughts on this chapter? Predictions for the next? Also, I posted a teaser for a new story that I'll be doing in a couple of months called The Lucky One and if you guys read it, that'd be super cool. It'd be ever super cooler if you guys like, read it and commented to let me know what you thought of the chapter. The first chapter is pretty sad but the story itself is a happy story, the first chapter is just to set her backstory and stuff like that, just throwing that out there. Anyways, yeah, so click the external link or the link a comment below to go to the story! Also, don't forget to comment and vote for this chapter! And I'm just gonna put the summary thingy of The Lucky One here just because. So, yeah, here it is: 

Riley Foster is a normal but happy seventeen year old girl, perfectly content with her life in California where she lives with her father. She's got a nice job, amazing friends and a semi-serious relationship. She's also a dedicated dancer for her school's championship winning dance team. She's a calm but smart girl that knows exactly what she wants out of life and how she's going to get it. That is, until tragedy strikes and Riley's life suddenly changes forever and her future becomes murky. Riley's life is uprooted without her permission and she's forced to move to Washington to live with her estranged mother with whom she hasn't spoken in over a year.

Seeing as how she's a senior, she's enrolled in the local high school and while she's not happy at all with the move, she makes it her mission to survive the remaining months of the school year. On her very first day of school though, Colton Blake, practically royalty in the town of Tacoma, Washington, takes notice of her. He pretty much runs the school, what with his father being the principal and his mother being on the board of education. He's determined to get her despite Riley's upfront resilience.

Dealing with drama with her mother, the aftermath of her father's tragic demise, the memory of the two incidents that ruined her family three years ago, a charming but relentless lacrosse player who will stop at nothing to make her his and a gawkily awkward chess player, this year is bound to be difficult for her. Can she make it through unscathed or will the pressure of her past and new hardships destroy her?