Whitefire
My family was the wealthiest in Brightwater, Bellweather.
Yet my parents never stopped praising the scholarship student they sponsored. According to them, he was brilliant, disciplined, and a thousand times better than their own daughter.
I refused to believe it. Using a fake name, I contacted him online, pretended to be a struggling student just like him, and flirted with him for months while searching for something I could use against him.
Instead, I discovered that Elliot Pierce was almost painfully honest.
Determined to expose the act I was sure he was putting on, I enrolled at Brightwater University through its competitive dance program.
On move-in day, I pulled my sports car beside him and deliberately splashed muddy water across his shirt.
I lowered my sunglasses and smiled at the mess.
"I'm Sienna Wilde, the daughter of the people paying your scholarship.
"And you're Elliot Pierce? You're not much to look at. I have no idea what my parents see in you."
He calmly wiped the mud from his face, said nothing, and walked away.
That night, my phone lit up with a message.
Elliot: "Molly, I met the Wildes' daughter today. Compared with her, you're an angel."