First rule of breakups: There’s no going back.
For three years, seventeen-year-old Grace Evers has regretted breaking up with
That day, she lost her boyfriend and best friend. And let’s be honest, it’s
impossible to just be friends with the one person who gets you, faults and all,
and loved you anyway. It’s impossible not to think about how it felt to be held
by him, or the way he looked right before he was about to kiss you with the
most perfectly yummy kiss goodnight.
And now that things are over between them, they’ve become strangers to one
another. Sage won’t even look at Grace, let alone talk to her!
Breakup life sucks and Grace is utterly miserable, doing whatever she can to
ease the pain of losing Sage. She’s spent the better part of high school
pretending to be something she’s not and hanging out with people who probably
wouldn’t notice if she wasn’t there. Crappy dates, backstabbing friends, and
Sage’s cold shoulder have taken their toll.
So when her parents propose going away to their house on Lake Michigan for the
summer, Grace is thrilled. No more massively bad dates with horrible kissers or
lunch with frienemies. Just three months of swimming,
herself for a totally awkward family vacation of disastrous proportions. How
can it be anything but awful if Sage won’t even acknowledge she exists?