Brooklyn sat down in her last lesson of the day and pouted.

Math.

She despised math.

Violet had told her she was also in this class, but she had been called into work early so she couldn't make it today.

"So it's true," a guy said confidently, sliding into the seat next to Brooklyn.

"Um... What's true?" Brooklyn asked, eyeing the guy cautiously.

"That you're even hotter close up," the guy smirked and Brooklyn laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she said sarcastically.

The guy smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Josh, I just wanted to meet the girl who has Stacy throwing a fit."

Brooklyn...