Caroline Whitmore is cunning, inconsiderate, and ruthless. Despite that, I can't recall a day that's gone by when I haven't thought about her at least once. On paper, we're a perfect match--Only on paper.In real life, we're a disaster. She hates me. Hates the way I dress--everything I say. My basic existence.But what I hate is more complicated. Because I'm a moth to a gorgeous, petite, brunette flame.I hate that I still remember what she wore the day we sat together in sixth grade. And that I would move mountains for her smile.I hate every guy that gets too close.And that one of them gets to stay.I hate that I want her so bad that I used my best friend to make her jealous.But most of all, I hate that Caroline Whitmore is the one that got away.