When I was little, I was under the impression that guys rode in on white horses and rescued the fair damsel from the dragon. They'd ride off into the sunset, share true love's kiss and live happily ever after. Nobody ever told me it was a lie. Or that the only guy who would rescue you in high school was the nerd with Star Wars t-shirts and glasses thicker than an airplane window. I guess it shouldn't come as much of a shock that once I graduated high school and started "my career" the first guy to sweep me off my feet was a complete loser, followed by someone who still lived with his mother, and finally coming full circle to where I'm sitting now. At some chick's wedding while my boyfriend stands up in the middle of the ceremony and yells, "I object!" Disney did not prepare me for this. Bad gets worse when I run into the ghost of high school nerds past only to find him a smoking hot firefighter. Unfortunately, he remembers how I treated him, so now I'm the nerd and he's the sexy one. Pretty sure Karma's coming for me in a really big way, especially considering Preston refuses to leave me alone and ends up on vacation with me and my friends, friends he stole by the way, in Hawaii. He says he likes me yet annoys me at every turn, and I can't help but think he wants some sort of revenge for turning him down in front of the entire student body. One things for certain, this vacation? Not going to end well. Besides it's not like I'm going to fall for him... nope. Not... at *cough* all.