I, ABE DAVIS, AM IN OVER MY HEAD.
I am a fixer and a do good-er. The all-knowing, resident "grandfather" on the wrestling team who everyone relies on to fix their problems. They come to me for everything; advice, homework, or when they need a sober driver at three in the morning--whether I like it or not. My current mission is easy: mend my roommates broken heart by helping him find a girlfriend on the LoveU app--without getting caught in the lie...
SKYLAR GABRIEL. IS. OVER. IT.
I am over my bad grades. And over dating douchebags. What I want to know is this: where have all the nice guys gone? I long for a handsome, sweet, and honest guy who can make me laugh. Is that too much to ask?
In one last ditch effort to prove that he exists-I download LoveU. On my worst day, I have no filter (it's a miracle I haven't been ditched mid-date). On my best of days, I'm as wholesome and sweet as pie.
On Thursday? I match with Abraham Davis's roommate.
I am falling for the wrong guy-I just doesn't realize it yet.
Why? BECAUSE ABE DAVIS IS A LIAR.