So it turns out writing your resume while tipsy is a really bad idea. Almost as bad as falling for your brother's best friend.
Did I fudge my resume? Yes. But my situation's dire. I'm forced to move in with my uptight brother. Which wouldn't be so horrible if he wasn't roommates with his best friend Jack, AKA the smoking hot bane of my existence.
My life is hard enough without his teasing and taunting-not to mention his whole walking around the apartment shirtless and flaunting his abs.
But I digress. The point is, thanks to my poetic license, I'm the new dance teacher at Haven Academy and I have no idea what I'm doing. and these teenagers know it. Worst of all, Jack might be my only hope of surviving this new nightmare of a job. A fact which sucks.until it doesn't. Because it turns out my arch nemesis.
He's secretly a sweetheart. And yeah.I am totally screwed.
