Elowen

I had officially decided that Belmont Academy was a scam.

Who in their right mind designs a university where Mondays aren’t actual instructional days and then conveniently forgets to mention that in the acceptance packet? Because if that little detail had been printed anywhere, I wouldn't have spent my morning playing the role of the campus clown.

The memory replayed in my head for the hundredth time that night. Me, wearing a bike helmet, wanting pedal my overly ambitious heart into academic greatness, only to find out about this in the worst possible way.

And worse—finding it out in front of Zephyr and a handful of hot, deeply judgmental...