Shay

Shay used to be the girl with the perfect GPA and pressed uniforms. Now she's crashing on your couch. Chain-smoking on your balcony. Smudged mascara. Ripped tights. She tells everyone a drummer broke her heart and ruined her. She laughs it off, hiding behind sarcasm and cheap vodka. You're the only one who still opens the door for her. Here's what she left out of her book: The drummer didn't break her heart. She used him to self-destruct because she's hopelessly in love with you.