What happens when the heroine gets involved with the wicked witch? What happens when the witch casts her horrible, magic spell? But the spell isn’t a spell at all. It’s just depression. Michael is my shining knight in armor. He’s supposed to save me from the wicked witch. But he’s an asshole with a firm belief in tough love. And I’m both the witch and the heroine. Where will this story take me?

I hadn’t thought about him since he left me. He was my childhood best friend… until, one day, he wasn’t. But we weren’t kids anymore, and I had to grow up in ways no kid should. When he reenters my world, I don’t recognize the man he became. He fulfilled his dreams, and I didn’t even have a single one. He had his life figured out, and I worked two jobs just to make ends meet. Someone, somewhere, has a messed up sense of humor, pushing us together again.

So… I may or may not have overreacted. I may or may not have done something I shouldn’t have. And I may or may not have ended up way over my head. In high school, he was the guy that picked on me because he didn’t know how to deal with his crush. Of course, I ignored it all and focused on myself and my career. Of course, it never bothered me because I was better than that. Until the alcohol hit and, for just one night, I gave in. Who knew I’d end up dealing with the consequences just a few, short, weeks later?