A plastered smile plays upon the lips of the crimson-haired playboy of Rosewood High, a knot of malice growing in the pit of Kayden’s stomach as the number of girls trying to chat him up continues to increase.

One of his friends elbows him in the ribs and lets out a whistle. “Dude! Why don’t you have a sweetheart with all these girls lined up to be yours?”

A look of irritation flickers across Kayden’s face as he lets out a scoff. “You know why,” he snaps crossly. “I like my freedom.”