My mom says that you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself.  So even though Vincent is getting more and more scary.  Even though he’s doing a nationwide search for me.  I’m going to learn to love myself.  Well, I’m going to try.  Mostly, I want a boy to love me.  But which one?  Dawson - The gorgeous boy who made a mistake, but whose molten lava kisses and steaminess I can’t freaking resist.  or  Aiden - The God of all Hotties, who is practically infused with love potion. Who I thought liked me, but now says he wants to be my friend.  or  Brooklyn - The boy that first stole my heart. Who has always loved me. Well, until the whole cabana incident.  I mean, it was bad enough when there was sort of a love triangle, but now that I’m talking to B again, it’s like I’m in a love rectangle, or a rhombus, or something.  Oh, and did I mention Cooper Steele?  The new soccer coaching, health teaching, tattooed hunk?  Who Garrett sent to school to guard my body.  I mean, be my bodyguard.  But back to loving me.  I should forget about boys and worry about me.  Love me.  Like, eventually.