He drew me sixty-two times from his window. I never knew until I found the sketchbook.

Twelve enter the circle. The last two standing are bound for a year. I was already someone else's.

I dive naked into black water. He came to film a dying tradition. He found me instead.

I embedded in his family to destroy it. I wasn't supposed to fall for the one who noticed.

I asked my best friend to fake-date me. She said yes in four seconds.

I was supposed to give advice. Not fall for both of them.

Three best friends. One reckless night. Now I want both of them.

She built an empire from reputation. The new girl is dismantling it with a smile.

My mother's room was 4B. Mine is 4C. Someone here knows the difference.

Two kings run this school. I broke their only rule: don't make them agree on anything.