I should not still be hung up on my high school girlfriend. I'm a billionaire, with a penthouse in New York City, a private plane, and was recently crowned one of Manhattan's most eligible bachelors. She's engaged to my rival. A real prick of a guy whose family is about as famous as mine. So, pictures of the happy couple are plastered everywhere, and it's driving me insane. The last time I spoke to her was my freshman year of college, and I never...