There are three types of girls in Westborough High. The ones who orbit. The ones who burn. And the ones who smile while watching you fall. Ivy Caldwell? She was the first kind. New girl, all soft-spoken blush and bitten nails. The type who thought monsters wore varsity jackets and anger issues. Rowan Blackwood? He was the flame. The captain. The king. Built to break hearts and rules. Everyone thought they'd end in fire. They didn't. Because while the whole school watched Ivy and Rowan fall in love... Someone else watched her. And while Solaine wore her gold like war paint-mean girl, queen bee, Rowan's trophy- She was being hunted too. Not all wolves snarl. Some wait. Watch. Smile in the yearbook photo. Evan Lake did. And when the lights went out, he didn't chase the quiet girl. He took the one they all hated. The pretty poison. The girl no one saw bleeding. The villainess. A/N - Let's break the cliche cheerleader Wattpad stereotype shall we ? You never know who you grow attached to the end
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