This is a summary about a poor, sweet, nerd with so many secrets, and can the jock player unravel her walls? Get real. The nerd stole the player from right under the cheerleader's nose, and yet, somehow, the cheerleader is always the bad guy. You know what is better than reading a book about a love story between two people who are from totally different worlds and are just kidding themselves for a few years before their ultimate downfall? Reading a book about me. The hot, head cheerleader. Daughter of the mayor. Blonde. Skinny. Perfect. And he was my boyfriend first. Still, you want me to be the bad guy? Fine. Then I'll be the bad guy.