After a painful breakup, a young woman reinvents herself and catches the eye of her school's star baseball captain — who asks her to pose as his girlfriend. As their pretend romance plays out under the scrutiny of campus and teammates, real feelings begin to blur the line between the act and the truth.
Owen slammed back against the lockers. Blood started pouring from his nose. Owen swung back. They grappled in the middle of the hallway.
I wedged myself between them, palm flat against Jace's chest. Stop! Jace's fist froze in midair. He looked down at me.
His eyes were bloodshot. Owen tried to charge at him again, but his teammates held him back. I grabbed Jace by the sleeve and pulled him toward the nurse's office. Owen stood there in the crowd, wiping blood with his sleeve.
Owen gave me an unfamiliar look. The nurse's office was empty. Jace sat on the edge of the bed. His knuckles were scraped raw. I opened an alcohol swab, crouched down, and took his hand in mine. The second the swab touched his cut, his fingers twitched. Jace, you shouldn't fight over a photo. It wasn't about the photo. I looked up. He was already looking down at
Mia, what if it was for you? My hand froze. Mia, are you still hung up on Owen? Do you want to follow him to community college? His hand rested on my shoulder. The warmth of his palm made me tremble. It's too late. My GPA will only get me into Westbridge Community College. My voice cracked. First place in the national math competition? The top university makes
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