They say there’s a fine line between love and hate.

Oh, no doubt about it. Just as I thought our relationship was moving toward something more. All four of my best friends dumped me at the same time—without a word of explanation. And to make things worse, they’ve become my tormentor for four years.

Now, I detest them passionately. However, they seem to be always around—like they’ve become my own personal stalkers. Regardless of what they want, I will never forgive them… Or will I?

Something big is going down. I know it in my bones, and I suspect it involves the four douches. However, the joke’s on them. I’m not interested, especially if it concerns my sworn enemies.