A student who thinks she's picking on an easy target discovers the quiet boy she's been bullying is actually the school's most feared and respected figure. As their roles reverse, the two are forced to confront the truth about each other and the feelings growing between them.
Dreams don't count as doing something guilty. What did you say? Nothing. Fine. Don't forget to come over this weekend. The tools are here.
Mason turned red again. See? I knew something was wrong with him. That weekend, I studied while waiting for Mason. The doorbell rang right on time.
I opened the door. Mason stood quietly outside. But somehow, he looked so good it startled me. I looked closer.
His hair was actually styled today, and he smelled faintly of something cool and woody. When Mason noticed me staring, his ears turned red. Aren't you going to let me in?
Oh, sorry. You smell really good today. Mason stumbled. I quickly grabbed his arm. His forearm was so firm. I knew he was on the football team, but I'd never paid much attention to it, and I'd never seen him in a sleeveless shirt before.
I had no idea his arms looked this good. Mason sat down at my desk, his face still red. I handed him a glass of ice water. You've been getting red a lot lately. You must be hot. Have some ice water. Okay. Let's start. Right here? Where else? Is the study room not okay?
Whatever you like. Now I was excited. I smiled and slowly moved closer. Mason's pretty face was