When I’m dragged to a party by my best friends, I don’t plan on having a good time—and I’m not, until “he” finds me alone on the beach. I expect him to be a jerk with looks like him—but he’s not. He’s funny and sweet and we spend hours talking about nothing and everything.
Then he kisses me.
And I give myself to him—a familiar stranger with a name as fake as mine—then we say goodbye.
I never planned on seeing him again.
When Shell Beach Hall moves all their classes to Shell Beach Academy, I’m more than a little annoyed. The Academy is full of the snobs I avoid like the plague.
I can’t hide my surprise when I see him again. He can’t hide his derision, accusing me of knowing who he was and using him to gain popularity.
How could I have read him so wrong? He’s a jerk and I want nothing to do with him.
But he won’t leave me alone.
He taunts and teases me.
He’s arrogant and a jock who sleeps with any girl he wants. “They should all be so lucky”—his words, not mine.
I’m disgusted. This is who I gave my V-card to? Ugh.
I loathe everything he represents and I want to punch him in his pretty bullying face.
So why can’t I stop feeling his hands on my body or hear his sexy whispered words?
Why, oh why, did he have to kiss me?