Three years ago, I became a shell of the girl I'd once been, left to pick up the pieces of my soul. I’d decided I wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over me or bring me down, and I was surviving just fine. But then I met him. Masen Brown.

I call him Barbie, though. Or Pudding Face. Or Walking STD. The list of insults goes on and on, I hate him that much. He’s rotten to the core, a bully, a womanizer, and the cockiest guy I’ve ever met.

I’m going to teach him his place. One way or another.

He doesn’t give in without a fight. He strikes back each time, though I’m not one to give up or be intimidated. He’s going to see he’s finally met his match in me.

So, either he'll learn his lesson, or I’m going to make him learn it.