He walked into school on his first day and owned it. I guess that's what happens when you're a prick, rich, and you're best friends with the ruling school's king. Also didn't hurt he's drop dead gorgeous.
That's all fine. I mean, I have nothing to do with them. I'm a loner, invisible, and that's how I wanted it to be.
I was even proud of it, until I wasn't.
Until I saw a girl kneel before him. Until I couldn't look away. Until he caught me watching.
His name is Blaise Devroe. My name is Aspen Monson. He only knew how to get, command, and demand attention. I knew how to do everything but that. And this is our story.