Very Unlikely

The last time a jock and a nerd went head-to-head, I was conceived. Since my parents' story didn't have a happy ending, I've strived to stop history from repeating itself ever since.I play ball every week, date cheerleaders and sorority sisters, and attend the most happening parties, but I had no clue how meaningless my existence was until I stumbled upon Summer Ramsay.She was a mess in all meanings of the word. Her hair was a disaster, her wardrobe borrowed from both her mother and father's closet, and she wore blue eyeshadow like she was hankering for a Gun N Roses reunion. Yet, despite all that, I couldn't help but gawk.She was nothing like the women I 'dated,' and everything I aimed to stay away from, but when an unexpected interaction unearthed her ability to sniff out a psychopath from a mile away, I knew we had to collaborate.The terms of our agreement were simple. I'd help Summer become less dorky, and she'd save my face from being scalded by wannabe black widows.It was perfect . . . until we decided to test the no hanky-panky clause that formed our friendship by booking a hotel room with only one bed.Contains mature themes.