When 17-year-old Eloise Stone finds herself half way across the world, moving into her uncle's pool house, she expects things to be...awkward. She doesn't expect to come face-to-face with the boy from last summer. The boy who made her feel things she'd never felt before. But a year is a long time, and Lo isn't the same girl she was then. Besides, they're family now. It's weird.

Harleigh Wren Maguire is broken. At least, that’s what it feels like, a puzzle whose pieces no longer fit right. She knows one thing, though: Never trust your heart. It won’t lead you right, it’ll trick you. Betray you. And in the end, it’ll kill you. Phoenix Wilder is angry. At least, that’s what it feels like, eating him up inside. He knows one thing, though: Never trust your heart. It won’t fix things, it’ll break them. Taint them. And in the end, it’ll destroy them.

Miley Fuller has life all mapped out. But when the first day of senior year rolls around and not everyone has forgotten her betrayal, Miley knows it’s going to take a lot more than "I’m sorry" to fix things. Avery Chase has his sights set on football. But the star quarterback is about to find himself working with the one girl he resents more than anything. It starts with a shaky truce. Unite forces to repair the damage caused by Miley’s exposé on the team and help her finish her college application. He’s everything she despises. She’s everything he’s supposed to hate.

They say your first love leaves a mark. For Calliope James, it didn't only leave a mark, it tore out her heart and left it bleeding on the ground. He was her best friend. Her first kiss. Her everything. Until one day, he wasn't. Zachary Messiah will never forget the girl with eyes the color of whiskey. But he's not that boy anymore. Cold. Cruel. He's devoid of emotion. Their paths were never supposed to cross again. But love doesn't always play by the rules.

I watched him in high school; I knew his reputation. I knew he was wealthy, privileged, and mean. He ran the show back then, a partier and a player. Then he came back from college, back to the town I never left. He’s different now. He comes into the bar, and I know his routine. I know which stool he’ll pick. I know his favorite drink. I know which sports team he’ll want on the television screen. And I watch as he gets hit on. Sometimes he leaves the bar with a woman. Sometimes he doesn’t. But I’m always there, tending to his drinks. He gives me a smile and a polite nod back.