Crew's Pov
Who the hell does Summer Winters think she is?
I pace my room, fists clenched, replaying that moment in the parking lot when she looked at me with those defiant eyes and said no. Like she has any right to refuse me. Like she has any power in this situation.
She's nobody. A scholarship girl who only exists at Blackwood because of charity. And she thinks she can reject my offer?
I grab a pillow from my bed and throw it across the room. It hits the wall with a pathetic thud that does nothing to make me feel better.
What does my father want now?
The thought kills what little appetite I had left. I push my plate away, the chicken suddenly making my stomach turn. One of the staff appears immediately to clear the dishes—they're always hovering.
My father's voice echoes in my hea
