How to Date a Douchebag

THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.

Well, there are, but they’re not who this story is about. This story is about me—the coach’s daughter. When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university's take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie—living with my father would be temporary, and he'd make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone. Wrong on both counts.
A*HOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.

A bet is placed, and I'm on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It’s time for the nice guy to finish first. Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more. And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.

He’s not a douchebag; but that doesn’t stop his friends from turning him into one.

MY FRIENDS WANT ME TO GET LAID.
So much so that they plastered my ugly mug all over campus, in bold printed letters: "Are you the lucky lady who’s going to break our roommate’s cherry? Him: socially awkward man with average-sized penis looking for willing sexual partner. You: must have a pulse. He will reciprakate with oral. Text him at: 555-254-5551
The morons can’t even spell. And the texts I’ve been receiving are what wet dreams are made of. But I’m not like these douchebags, no matter how hard they try to turn me into one.

THIS ISN’T THE KIND OF ATTENTION I WANT.
One text stands out from hundreds. One number I can’t bring myself to block. She seems different. Hotter, even in black and white. However, after seeing her in person, I know she’s not the girl for me. But my friends won’t let up—they just don't get it. Douchebags or not, there's one thing they'll never understand: GIRLS DON’T WANT ME.

Especially her.

I, ABE DAVIS, AM IN OVER MY HEAD.

I am a fixer and a do good-er. The all-knowing, resident "grandfather" on the wrestling team who everyone relies on to fix their problems. They come to me for everything; advice, homework, or when they need a sober driver at three in the morning–whether I like it or not. My current mission is easy: mend my roommates broken heart by helping him find a girlfriend on the LoveU app–without getting caught in the lie…

SKYLAR GABRIEL. IS. OVER. IT.
I am over my bad grades. And over dating douchebags. What I want to know is this: where have all the nice guys gone? I long for a handsome, sweet, and honest guy who can make me laugh. Is that too much to ask?!
In one last ditch effort to prove that he exists—I download LoveU. On my worst day, I have no filter (it’s a miracle I haven't been ditched mid-date). On my best of days, I'm as wholesome and sweet as pie.
On Thursday? I match with Abraham Davis’s roommate.

I am falling for the wrong guy—I just doesn’t realize it yet.
Why? BECAUSE ABE DAVIS IS A LIAR.

He is a CRUDE. ARROGANT. A**HOLE.

Sebastian ‘Oz’ Osborne is a walking, talking cliche. One of the university’s most celebrated student athlete—and possibly the biggest douchebag– Oz has a filthy mouth, a fantastic body, and doesn’t give a sh*t about what I, or anyone else, thinks.
He loves to have fun, but loves winning even more…

I am SMART. CLASSY. CONSERVATIVE.
I may be the university’s most diligent student—but I am no prude. So what if I spend most of my time in the library?
It's not because I'm a brainiac–it's because I'm not. School doesn't come easy for me and I'm determined to finish the year without The D.
D stands for Douchebag.
Oz may be a champion wrestler; he's one of the best. And he didn't fight his way to the top by backing down from a challenge. He wants to be friends with me. He wants to spend time with me. But mostly he just wants…

Me.

EVERY DOUCHEBAG HAS HIS WEAKNESS AND I AM HIS.

Everyone says Rex Gunderson isn't boyfriend material. Everyone says he isn't serious enough. Everyone says he’s a joke. In fact, rumor has it—the disgraced ex-manager of the wrestling team left campus with his tail between his legs. But Rex is back, nowhere near the douchebag he used to be—and ready to prove everyone wrong. The leopard has changed his spots—and he’s about to become my dating coach.