" When I met Timothy Adams, he had nothing but a guitar. "
I was rich... He was poor...
I was plain... He was beautiful...
I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark...
Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and rich, snobby classmates never did: like I mattered...
I never saw it coming...
When Timothy moved in with us to work with my dad and attend Oakwood prep, he seduced my enemies and claimed their crown...
He betrayed my friendship and crushed my heart to become their rebel prince...
They can keep him...
I'll never forgive the boy I used to ache for...
But some nights...
He makes me want to.
