Nate POV
This morning was something I had dreaded for a while. As soon as my brother parked outside the school and I stepped out of the car, all eyes turned to me. They couldn’t deny my charm, could they? I was tall—six feet, not three (just kidding)—and muscular, with wavy hair that I brushed back, covering most of my neck. Although my hair was long, I had it cut before coming to this school. I had blue eyes like my mom and a pointed nose that seemed to drive all the girls crazy.
This wasn’t my first time at a new school; it felt more like my hundredth. I had just moved from California to this small town after my dad passed away. My mom returned to her hometown to settle down, as many widows do. She refused to remarry and decided to focus on raising us. Although we weren’t kids anymore
