Pucking Around With My StepBrother
For one delusional second, I imagined something impossible: him climbing over the barrier, walking toward me with that arrogant smirk, before kissing me breathlessly while the entire arena watched.
Goodness.
I seriously needed psychiatric help!
A blonde appeared beside him before my fantasy could spiral any further, wrapping herself around his arm possessively.
Mara Jennings, that one lucky bitch.
She stood on her toes, locking lips with his, and I pulled my gaze away, reality slamming right through me.
Caden Duke didn’t know I existed. He probably would never, and even if he did, girls like me were never his type.
I adjusted my glasses, sliding my hands into my hoodie sleeves while students