This may or may not be one of those typical dorm room stories... Emily Reece is a girl full of surprises. She's been through hell and back but one would never know, that is unless you google her. Did I forget to mention she's kind of Royalty? What do you get when you have, university, a company to launch, royal family, secrets and on top of that, an insanely attractive guy that you have to live with? Well why don't you read and find out.

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.