Jade

I prefer to confront the jerks responsible for spreading rumors head-on. See what they’re really made of underneath all their hair extensions, push-up bras, and makeup.

. It’s clear he isn’t the same Jace. And the asshole who took his place can go fuck himself.

“Fat fucking chance,” the kid barks. “Not with that stupid bitch there it won’t.”

Woah. That’s some colorful vocabulary for a fourteen-year-old

Wayne’s eyes widen. “Anything else you two want?”

Yeah. I want to make your son my personal piñata.

But mostly?

I want my best friend back.

“I don’t want your money. But I will take your phone number. This way your goon here won’t have to barge into the ladies’ room while I’m in the middle of peeing next time something happens.”

Sawyer raises an eyebrow. “Really? Are you sure the prince of Royal Hearts Academy will allow one of his noble subjects to hang out with two insignificant paupers like us?”

She’s officially my new favorite person

I’m destroying the kingdom.

And just like a game of chess.

You have to take down the queen before conquering the king.

Or in this case, the prince.

She’s visibly outraged. “That pompous asswipe needs a lobotomy with an ice pick.”

Baring her teeth, Sawyer looks down at her. “I might be crying, but you’re the one who’s bleeding…bitch.”

I really wish Oakley would learn to shut up and keep the things I tell him private. “I didn’t break up with him. We were never together.”

His eyes narrow. “I want a name.”

I smile sweetly and extend my hand. “My name’s Dylan. Pleasure to meet you.”

He looks at Jace. “Has she always been this much of a smart ass?”

Jace’s lips quirk. “Only when she’s nervous or hiding something.