een dye I've ever seen, and I know it was him. I'm practically vibrating with rage by the time I storm over to his house, fully prepared to commit murder. And

, Jason and I go t

sive boarding school that I can only afford thanks to my scholarship. He,

ot by choice. Our moms bonded over their shared bad taste i

e-our moms are out shopping, meaning I'm not disturbing anyone important. The door swings open,

asks, raising a per

my hair!" I gesture wildly at my waist-length

wn, it's temporary," he says, rolling hi

is bed, dramatically flinging my arms out. "I re

ughs, the abs

" he shoots ba

tend

e, looking infuriating

u back for t

e. I flail, trying to push him away, but he's relentless. When he finally stops, I'm gasping for air, a

e people in the world. But no one at school knows that. As far as everyone else is concerned, we're rivals, constantly at

st us? When ther

diffe

ven remember how we went from strangers to best friends, but I'm gra

ays, standing up. "Let m

"You have d

he dye. But honestly? I think you should keep t

ook like a sw

re... if Shrek wer

red hair,

I follow him to the bathroom. I'd do an

the tap. The water runs warm as he massages the dye remover into my scalp. Hi

ing right now?" he asks,

obably dancing on your g

es. "Yeah, t

ut altern

ve, wondering where

ying this game for years-imagining wha

ouldn't haunt

rgin because I'd scare off anyone who e

're

st sm

reasons. For one thing, I'm focused on school. If I want to beat

If I ever hooked up with someone, it would be all over campus befor

hat he's rich, and, well-he owns the school. He's not nearly as much of a player as the rumors make him out to be

ove the

y is irrational, suffocating. Jason is mine, bu

he way that

clean, Jason wraps a t

u go, Cin

ke you my fai

es me your Prince Charmi

ce didn't actually save C

of poverty and servitude

shu

d hands me t

om. The grey walls, the massive king-sized bed

to my mind-or maybe, my favorit

ought away befo