PROLOGUE

I know it was stupid of me to do this, but I was, in fact, lying facedown on the bed, with a picture of Sammy under my face.

I wasn't, like, kissing the picture. I was just propped up on my elbows looking at it. Oh god, I was lame.

The first time I had done this was after the Farewell dance. I had finally gotten the yearbook, and I took one of her collage pictures (which she looked really cute in) and photocopied it and blew it up, about printing paper size. Okay, I was stupid, and I know it. But so what?

Here's a little bit about me: I love to act, I love Sammy Keyes, and I'm 14 years old. My birthday is in November and I like to ride my skateboard.

My obsession with Sammy is strange. I don't like to hang out with too many to her girls. I'm giving Sammy my you're-my-only-friend-that's-a-girl vibes and hopefully, someday she'll realize that I'm in love with her. Me and her do have a lot in common, but I don't think she's as crazy as me. I mean, yes, she's very notorious. Yeah, she's known for her weird sense of style (which I personally think it cool) and yeah, I can never ever get her.

Because I am Billy Pratt, and my best friend Casey Acosta also loves her.

And she loves him back.