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.
Ambers Is The Winner
Ella's POV:
FUCK. Fucking red alert. They were onto me. This was bad—really, really bad. Why, why did I ever think going to that party was a good idea? How stupid was I not to realize that the gown would give me away? All this time, I'd managed to blend in, stay low-key, keep my cover intact. But one stupid, ridiculously expensive dress, and suddenly I was like a spotlight on a dark stage.
How could I be so careless? I wasn't even a "fashion girl"—I was a bike-riding, leather-jacket-wearing, keep-to-myself kind of girl. Sure, my dad would throw around his influence, insisting I show up to his parties to "represent the family," but he'd always let his assistant handle the details. And, of course, his assistant loved spending absurd amounts of money on gowns that could pay someone's rent for a year.