Chapter 1
The first day of freshman year, 1 fell for the campus bad boy.
But I didn’t even dream of getting close.]
After all, he was Blake Ashworth, son of the board chairman.[]
And me? Just another broke scholarship kid who’d literally starve without financial aid.
Thought I’d pine away for four years, until the queen bee framed me of sneaking a use of her lipstick.]
Blake’s eyes went cold. “Being broke’s bad enough–didn’t your parents teach you not to steal?“]
He was right.
My parents never taught me anything.
They died when I was seven.[]
That whole mess got me booted before Halloween.[]
However, years later… I heard the golden boy crashed senior year–dropped out due to severe depression.]]
And been that way for ten fucking years straight.
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Everyone thought I’d used Vivian’s lipstick.]
Because they’d all gone to PE
Just me in the empty classroom.
They twisted it open, revealing the mangled bullet shaped like a hook. “Never worn lipstick before, huh? What kind of pig mouth makes this mess?”]
Vivian tossed it aside in disgust. “Ew, disgusting“]
Blake frowned at me, pure contempt in his eyes.[]
Someone piped up: “Vivian, maybe check your other stuff–if she’d steal lipstick, who knows what else?”
“Yeah, gotta complete the look, right?”
Everyone burst into laughter.
Bot Blake grabbed Vivian’s hand before she could check her bag. “Don’t bother. Just dump hers out–bet she’s stolen from others too.”
Before I could react, someone flipped my backpack
Everything hit the floor.
Just some beat–up used textbooks and a stack of crumpled dollar bills.[]
Face burning. I crouched down to gather my stuff when a designer shoe stepped on a small red notebook.[]
“What’s this?”
“Don’t touch it!”
I screamed at Vivian.
But I never expected that scream only made her grip it tighter
“Dear Blake, day eighteen of crushing on you. Noticed your stomach was acting up, so I snuck some Tums in your textbook. Hope it helps.“[]
“Dear Blake, happy birthday and happy six–month anniversary of me being crushing. Just paid rent and only have seventeen bucks left. Can’t get you those Jordans you wanted, but got you socks instead. Hope you like them.“[]
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Vivian read each entry out loud.[]
My face was on fire.]]
Blake looked even w
worse–face dark as thunder.
“Oh, DEAR Blake-”
*Blake-“]
Everyone started mimicking the journal, someone pointing at Blake’s feet. “Bro. I wondered why your style went to shit lately–don’t tell me those are the ones she gave you.“]
“Holy shit, she embroidered initials and everything. Oh my God, so funny.“]
Blake’s jaw ticked.
He kicked off his shoe, ripped off the sock, and shoved it back in my bag.
“Don’t ever give n me this crap again.“]
My throat closed up.
He put hus shoe back on barefoot and stormed out.]
Then stopped. Came back. Shredded every page about him in front of everyone.
Then threw the pieces at my face.[]
“And quit this pathetic crush thing. It’s embarrassing“]
