Jolene Margaret Moretti doesn't just break rules - she wrecks them. Sebastian Duval Laurent, on the other hand, is the rule. Perfect grades, perfect reputation, and future Ivy Leaguer - he's Montclair Academy's golden boy. But perfection comes with a price, and his shattering spotless image is about to ruin Jolene's already messed up life.
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After being expelled from her elite Swiss International school for "an incident she doesn't want to talk about," Jolene is shipped off to Montclair Academy, Washington D.C.'s most prestigious prep school. New country, new school, same trouble.
She's doing fine blending in (as much as a rebel can in a sea of perfection, of course) until she ends up accidentally stealing the midterm papers. Enter from backstage Sebastian, AKA Mr Perfect. Except, Sebastian isn't as flawless as his perfectly parted hair. When photos of him at a gay club surface among the students, his squeaky-clean reputation and Student Council President title is thrown on the line. And when Sebastian discovers Jolene's little crime, he's got leverage.
The deal? Fake date him to divert attention from his scandal, or kiss her already-shaky academic career - and her renowned surname - goodbye. Jolene would rather eat glass, but she's out of options. Sparks fly, insults are hurled, and somewhere along the way, their "fake" relationship starts to feel a little too real.
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"I'll leave you alone." His words filled the tormenting silence, "After tonight you won't have to see me again, only in class and that's it."
My heart ached at his words, why? This should be a good thing, I wouldn't have to deal with Alejandro Rodriguez ever again.
So why... Why does the thought of him not being around hurt.
I stopped playing with my food and slowly lifted my head to look at him. He stared straight into my watery eyes. His face filled with regret and concern.
He stood up from his seat and walked over to me, squatting down to my level. "Hey, hey." He softly whispered his hands holding both of my mines, softly caressing them with his thumb. "Please don't cry, por favor." He reached a hand to my face and gently wiped the tears.
"I-I don't want you to leave me alone." My voice breaking and my vision filling with tears.
Layla Cruise, is the most popular girl in high school with a perfect life, people call her the Golden girl. Perfect curly hair, perfect boyfriend. However, thats what they see when she's at school. Remove the glam and glitter, wipe off the makeup and you'll find a trickle of bruises her boyfriend leaves her.
TW: this story contains strong themes (SA, Language, and sexual content)