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 Mask Slips
Ella's POV:
Today at the diner was just as chaotic as usual. The place was packed, with my boss yelling my name every few minutes, reminding me I couldn't slack for even a second. I was racing between tables, balancing plates of food and refilling drinks, trying to keep up with the nonstop orders.
In the middle of it all, Dylan appeared—again—with his typical smirk, holding out a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. "For you, sweetheart," he said, grinning like he expected me to swoon right then and there.
I barely glanced at the flowers. "I'm allergic," I said bluntly, turning back to the table I was clearing. I wasn't actually allergic, but I was allergic to the drama that followed these kinds of gestures. Especially in a place like this, where everyone had eyes on everything.