Marcos POV
Am I the only damn person that can see her true emotions through that fake smile? Why is she so- preppy? Acting like she's perfect? I wanted to help her, but bad boys don't do that shit.
That night I walked up to my room, ignoring my parents. All I could think about is how much I hate my life and that stupid project.
My parents call me downstairs. I want to ignore them, buy I decided to walk down to see what the hell they want.
"Marco! Meet the new forgien exchange student whose gonna live with us!"
"What the fuck is going on?" I say, pissed. Star looked away, nervous. "Star... Why don't you go put your things up in the guest bedroom? We will check on you in a second," Mrs Diaz said to me, she just nodded and walked upstairs, hauling her suitcase up.
Stars POV
I walk up to the dark room and look for the light, as I stumble upon a desk and fall. I reached for the light switch but I couldn't see it until I got closed to it
I could hear pounding footsteps as Marco stormed off into the hall. He just glared at me and I could feel my heart sink
