“You want to try messing with Charlotte? Go ahead. See what happens.”
The cold voice cut through the tension in the hallway. Heads snapped up, everyone searching for the source.
At the entrance stood a tall, striking guy who looked like he’d just walked out of a magazine. His blue and white jacket hung open, and his hands were buried in his pockets. There was nothing friendly about his face as he strode forward.
“It’s Andrew! Why’s he here?” a girl near the front whispered, excitement bubbling in her voice.
If this school had a real superstar, it was Andrew. He came from the Blair family, which everyone knew was kind of a big deal. He was rich, good-looking, and basically every girl’s crush.
Next to him, Dennis looked like just another wannabe tough guy.
“Tch, Dennis, that mark on your forehead is a real fashion statement,” Parrish teased as he followed behind Andrew, blowing a bubble with his gum and grinning like he owned the place.
Andrew usually did his own thing. Unless you got in his way, he’d ignore the drama. But today he’d walked in just as someone was picking on her…
There was no way he could let this go.
As Andrew came closer, Olivia’s face went pink. She bit her lip and tried to sound sweet. “Andrew, it’s been a while.”
Her cheeks were glowing and there was a hint of bashfulness in her eyes.
Olivia was the girl everyone talked about, the one all the guys tried to impress. But she only had eyes for Andrew. In her mind, they were meant to be.
Andrew glanced her way.
Olivia’s heart jumped. She looked at him, all hope and adoration, about to say something else.
But he cut her off.
“Who are you? Do we even know each other?”
The words hit harder than a slap. Olivia’s smile faltered and her cheeks stung with embarrassment.

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