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.
Down Right Wicked
Jason's POV:
Wow, Ella was seriously pissed. I'd never seen anyone move so fast toward the exit. The second that kiss ended, she was practically bolting for the exit, but the paparazzi were ready, surrounding her like sharks sensing blood. Cameras flashed, voices shouted, everyone desperate to know who she was. Every single one of them wanted a piece of the "mystery girl with Jason King." I saw the look on her face—a mix of panic and frustration. She hated the attention, no question.
Dylan, Max, and I jumped in, forming a barricade around her to get her through the crowd. Thankfully, my car pulled up right on time. The guys gave me a thumbs-up to take her, so I ushered her into the passenger seat, slid in behind the wheel, and we made a clean getaway. But wow, did I feel her anger radiating off her the entire drive. She didn't even have to speak; her fiery glare said it all.