Alex Gaskarth was a rockstar. He knew it, his friends knew it, every girl that he had ever met knew it. And Alex was okay with that. He loved playing up the persona: drinking until he couldn’t see straight, always being up for the most ridiculous ideas, his reputation as a ladies man. Life was a constant party for Alex, and he loved it. But Sunday Phillips was unlike any girl that Alex Gaskarth had ever met. She didn’t own half of the cosmetics department of Macy’s, the only reason she ever went to a hair salon was because her mother insisted, and she didn’t ramble about things that didn’t interest Alex at all. But the originality that intrigured Alex wasn’t all Sunday’s doing. In truth, if she could have been normal, she would have gladly seized the opportunity. That is, until she meets Alex.
