The trouble with Oliver Keating is he’s a lie.

 A complete fabrication of a summer fling I never had.

 You see, as much as the romance is a lie, Oliver Keating is very, very real.

 He is the aloof, cool boy I secretly watch at the bus stop before his bus takes him in the complete opposite direction to mine.

 Bus to the left—Saint Mary’s.

 Bus to the right—Saint Joseph’s.

 They say the truth will set you free, but in one lie, I had gone from a nobody to a somebody. Walking tall in the halls of our all-girls school. My friends intensely jealous of all the sordid details of a romance that never was.

 It was perfect.

 But like any lie, mine was about to unravel in a big, bad way when my well-meaning friends hatch a plan to get us back together.

 Yep, Oliver Keating is about to discover the truth, with all the details.

 Me, him, and the hot summer fling.

 I just never expected he would go along with it, and that, my friends, is when the trouble really begins.