Klutz, clumsy, uncoordinated, unfortunate… I’ve heard it all. All variations of the phrase “stuff happens” is my life’s motto. As the poster child for Murphy’s Law, I get in trouble more than I care to mention. Opting to own it, I march through town with my head held high and my bruises on display. An unfortunate run-in with a tree has me retreating to lick my wounds. Ignoring my now ex-boyfriend, I choose to focus on honing my cooking techniques and ignoring the world. Since disaster is my boyfriend, it’s not long before another mishap brings me face-to-face with my recurring wet dream, Levi Gianni. The ex-prom king and resident heart-throb happens to moonlight as a volunteer firefighter. While he may have doused the flames I’d accidentally created, he’s ignited something much hotter. I just need him to know that I’m a risk worth taking.

Hello. I'm Simon - the other half of the Disaster Twins or the Terrible Two depending on who you ask - and I'm returning home after a ten-year hiatus. While I'm excited to see my partner in crime, everyone else can kiss my ass. We had a lot of fun together despite being the two most disliked people in school. Vera is an adorable klutz and I was considered to be socially awkward. "Weird" is what they called me. I'm still weird, but now that I'm rich and attractive, I get a lofty upgrade to "eccentric." I'm only returning to reunite with my best friend and serve as a visual "f\\k you" to all the girls who laughed at me. Especially Grier. She never insulted me; what she did was worse. She would be my friend and charm me when no one was looking, then pretend she didn't know me in public. I'm not a toy and I hate when people play with my emotions. In retrospect, I was wrong. I have three reasons to return. What's my newly added reason? To revenge f\\k the Prom Queen.

Kira here. I have a confession. I have a thing for my band teacher. Okay, he was my band teacher ten years ago, but part of me thinks about him often. Mr. Sexton may not have made it mainstream but he’s my personal rockstar. I’d often wonder if he was as proficient a lover as he was a musician. My excitement to catch up with him at the reunion is short lived when he turns me away. Crushed, I get myself into a predicament where only he can help. Now that we’re trapped together, my pent-up desire is turned up full blast. The storm outside has nothing to do with the one raging between us. If he allows me, I’ll make him mine. He just has to say the words.