¡Eh, soy Les!

When you're sent off to spend the whole summer in your father's house, far from your friends, with his horrible wife and your horrible stepbrothers, you know that things can't get any worse. I detest the "horrigemes," but that doesn't change the fact that one of them was the first boy to kiss me, and now the other is going to be my private maths tutor. I have to get through this summer one way or another. So I've prepared a list of rules I have to follow to avoid a monumental disaster. But what happens when, against all the odds, I break the most important rule? Not falling in love. It seems that my life could in fact get worse.