Your mother was always pestering you to get a boyfriend. Mostly because in your stupidly religious town it was expected that you’d have one and then be engaged soon and then have a billion children. Such bullshit!

And then, when she suggested you date the son of Susan and Frank Heffley your eyes rolled in annoyance. She had met Susan on your local mom Facebook group, involving advice and mostly drama.Most the boys your mother had suggested you dated were the football type. The only thing on their mind being a stupid ball!

But their son was … different. He was edgy or at least tried to be. You knew him from his reputation in high school— most of which was spent in detention or suspended.

He wasn’t great with girls (aka he was awkward). Most girls just rolled their eyes and walked away at his rather foolish attempts at flirting. But now that you’d been forced to hang out you had no option but to talk.