"What are we doing, Rubio? Why are we trying to be something that we're not? We're too different.""We're not that different.""We are," she insisted. "Remember how this even got started? All the things we've said? Because I remember, and I don't like you when I do, but I also don't like myself either.""Then let's not remember," he softly suggested."Don't you still hate me?"Rubio shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweater and made a gesture towards the movie theater. "I'll buy the tickets and the popcorn. It'll be on me."Catherine: smart, rich, beautiful. She has the perfect friends, the perfect house, the perfect parents. She's going places. The only ink spot in her perfect life is a boy named Rubio.Rubio: not so smart, not so rich, not so perfect. Rubio has never had it easy. It's undeniable that there's something about Catherine that makes him seek her attention. Their differences are more than apparent. They do nothing but bicker and insult each other.Over the years, their fiery relationship intensifies. Rubio can't seem to contain the fire of his jealousy towards Catherine . . . that is until her perfect world is suddenly ripped to shreds. All at once, Rubio finds Catherine taking a walk in his own shoes. The pain she goes through is all too familiar to him. He's the only one who can understand her grief. He's the only one who can help her get through it.With the pain washing away the hate, the two begin to slowly fall in love. Maybe they were never so different after all.