The one person who hadn't looked horrified when he'd caught me placing that envelope on the coordinator's desk.
The one person who hadn't judged me for what I was about to do.
The one person who somehow looked at me and saw something I had spent years hiding.
The boy who claimed he could see through me.
He was twisted. Far more twisted than anyone in this school realized.
But perhaps...
A person capable of thinking that way... A person who wasn't afraid to play dirty... A person who claimed he could see the real me beneath everything I carefully showed the world... Maybe he was exactly the person I needed right now.
I'd never played games before. I'd always followed the rules. And look where that had gotten me. What exactly did I have left to lose?
Being nice had brought me here. S
