Love is terrible and secrets will destroy you. KAT I'm not asking. I'm not crying. And I don't give you a second chance. Rem, lead guitarist of the band Torn Apart, deserves a gold medal for the most disgusting act in the history of mankind. First, he ran away after two days of hot sex the moment he found out my secret. And then he brought some chick to my homecoming party from the hospital after I got shot. I hated him. Until... Rem's magnificent six-foot-two body emerged from the car after eight months on tour. I couldn't take my eyes off him. But in my defense, any girl would stare at him. It was almost rude, but not because Rem was one of those people who couldn't be ignored. Not because he was noisy and obnoxious. No, all because he was exactly the opposite of all these concepts. Agile and dangerously quiet. And if he said something, then you better hope that he likes you, because otherwise, you would be lying at his feet, begging for mercy. Everyone except me... I never stoop to beg. When our eyes met, I saw in them that same unshakable confidence of Rem, which irritated and bombarded my nerves like a high-speed sprinkler. Then... Rem told me that he didn't need a second chance because he still hadn't missed the first one. Rem Sex is terrible. It is using someone for your own, narcissistic pleasure. I did it and at the same time despised it. Before her. She came out of the blue. Then I ruined our beginning with my corrupted past. I don't deserve her, but I'm selfish and I'll get her anyway. This is who I am and it's too late to change me.