Several months ago I was the queen of English Prep. The boys stopped in their tracks at the sight of my too-short plaid skirt and the girls cowered behind their locker doors envious of me ruling the halls with the most desired boy by my side.<br><br><br><br>But the thing about queens? They often fall to their own demise.<br><br><br><br>The boys no longer spare me a single glance. The girls turn up their noses at the very sight of my golden hair. Every relationship I'd formed as ruler of the school was fruitless and one-sided—and I didn't miss a single person when I was pushed off the throne with my broken crown in tow. Except for Eric.<br><br><br><br>In sixth grade I gave him a friendship bracelet right along with my young naïve heart. But things quickly changed after that. The pretty nice girl next door that I once was turned into someone cold and callous. Eric thinks I iced him out because of my status at English Prep.<br><br><br><br>But that isn't the truth. And as much as I need him now I deserve every heated glare he sends my way. Eric hates me.<br><br><br><br>And I can't even blame him.<br><br><br><br>Contains mature themes.
