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.
Cramps
Ella's POV:
For fuck's sake, why did this month's cramps feel like they were auditioning for a horror movie? Seriously, what did I do to deserve this? Did I unknowingly piss off some cosmic force? Because, honestly, it felt like my uterus had gone rogue and was now leading a full-on rebellion against the rest of my body.
I groaned, curling into the fetal position as if that would magically make the pain stop. Spoiler alert: it didn't. Nope, this month, my body had apparently decided to channel its inner sadist, cranking the pain dial all the way up.
AAARGH.
It felt like a tiny army was inside me, armed with pitchforks, setting fire to everything in sight. Each stab of pain was like a personal insult. A middle finger from my reproductive system, reminding me who's really in charge here.