My name is Tate. He doesn t call me that, though. He would never refer to me by a friendly nickname. No, he ll barely even speak to me. But he still won t leave me alone. We were best friends once. Then he turned on me and made it his mission to ruin my life. I ve been humiliated, shut out, and gossiped about all through high school. His pranks and rumors got worse as time wore on, and I made myself sick trying to stay out of his way. I even went to France for a year, just to avoid him. But I m done hiding from him now, and there s no way in hell I ll allow him to ruin another year. He might not have changed, but I have. It s time to fight back