The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine
I had three simple rules: 1. Never remove the hood and mask. 2. Don’t attract attention. 3. Follow rule one and two at all costs. Simple, right? Well, I followed them religiously—until Jason came along and shattered them all. I didn’t want anyone to know my identity. I just wanted to stay in the shadows, finish school, and disappear. But no, the stupid jock had to get in my way, and now my peaceful, hidden life is in ruins. I didn’t mean to embarrass the school’s golden boy. His name? Jason. He’s the son of the country’s richest CEO. Ironically, I chose this place to hide from my own father, the man I’m trying to escape. I look too much like him, and if anyone made the connection, my cover would be blown. Hence, the hood and mask I wear every single day. But now, instead of just hiding from my father, I have to watch out for Jason, too. He’s vowed to make my life miserable. I still can’t figure out his obsession with me—one minute he’s humiliating me in front of everyone, and the next he’s trying to kiss me behind the bleachers.
The Kiss Thief
Jason's POV:
One minute, I was feeling on top of the world, knowing I had something to hold over the waitress's head—Ella, or Elly, whatever she wanted to call herself. It was all part of the plan. Win the bet, get my revenge, and walk away without a scratch. But then, Max came running over, grinning like an idiot, practically shouting about how she'd agreed to go for a ride with him once he got his stupid motorbike license.
The fuck?
Knowing Max, it would take him all of one chance to get into a girl's pants. Hell no. Not with her. Not with the girl I had plans for. A surge of possessiveness ran through me so fast, it caught me off guard. Why did it even bother me? If Max managed to fool her into sleeping with him, it would have been another bonus for me, right? Max could get her dirty pictures, maybe even use them to blackmail her, and that would make my plan so much easier.