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 (II)
Ella POV:
Ugh. Of all the things I had to deal with today, Jason was the last person I wanted to entertain. I wasn't planning on giving him my phone number—why would I? But the guy was relentless. He just stood there at the counter, all charming smirks and cocky persistence, acting like he owned the place.
I tried ignoring him. I tried snapping at him. I even tried brushing him off with sarcastic jabs, but he didn't budge. Of course, he didn't. Why would Jason King, heir to the most obnoxious family in the city, ever take "no" for an answer?
The worst part? I was too damn tired to argue with him. Between the long shift plus the police encounter, dealing with nosy customers, and my boss's constant nagging, my patience had already run thin. Add Jason's stubbornness to the mix, and I was officially done.
"Jason," I finally said, pinching the bridge of my nose, "you're not leaving, are you?"