He walked into school on his first day and owned it.

I guess that's what happens when you're a prick, rich, and you're best friends with the ruling school's

king.

Also didn't hurt he's drop dead gorgeous.

That's all fine.

I mean, I have nothing to do with them.

I'm a loner, invisible, and that's how I wanted it to be.

I was even proud of it, until I wasn't.

Until I saw a girl kneel before him.

Until I couldn't look away.

Until he caught me watching.

His name is Blaise Devroe. My name is Aspen Monson.

He only knew how to get, command, and demand attention. I knew how to do everything but that.

And this is our story.