A devilish grin spread across Blake's face.

He radiated such powerful self-confidence that I almost had to shake myself.

"This is really crazy, Ella. They're practically fighting over you," Tara sighed dreamily next to me, and I flinched in shock.

What was she saying?

"Not at all, it's some stupid fantasy of Blake's. Besides, Ashton will definitely win," I hissed back, a little too sharply.

Which might also have been because the stupid lodger in my head was cheering on her favorite with a whistle in her mouth, an oversized banner that said "Blake is my Champion" and raised pom poms.

Damn, who cared about her opinion?

In any case,...