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.
Your Number
Jason POV:
That stupid old goat. I couldn't get him out of my head. The way he waltzed out of the station with Ella as if the world bent to his will—it made my blood boil.
At the police station, they tried to play it off as a misunderstanding until they realized who I was. That's when they tripped over themselves, stammering apologies and trying to explain. Some of the officers had been bought off by the Prescott family to intimidate Ella. But, conveniently, those officers had already been fired. Fired or not, it wasn't enough for me. I demanded their contacts, determined to make sure they'd never get jobs again. How dare they lay a finger on her.
But that wasn't the end of it. I wanted the Prescotts crushed. I called the King's assistant, ready to unleash the family's power on them, but he beat me to the punch.
"You're too late," the assistant said, his voice clipped and professional. "The Prescott empire has already fallen."