It is funny we call our uni, "Westbrook's High" as if it is some high school even though it isn't.
Per Zoe's plan, I start attending more extracurriculars and school events too, anything with the potential for face time with Jared.
The first few times I show up at a pep rally or football game decked out in cute outfits and a bright smile, I can tell the shock registers on his perfect, chiseled features. Jared does an obvious double-take, hazel eyes dropping down to give me an obvious once-over before snapping back to my face with an incredulous look. Like he's just now seeing me for the first time despite attending the same school for months.
Each time our gazes meet and linger a beat too long, my stomach swoops with a dizzying mixture of pride and nerves. This was the whole point - ma
