The most hated girl in the entire school.
Ezra’s words sting me, and the sudden realisation dawns on me - in a heartbeat I understand exactly what sort of dirty little game he’s been playing with me.
I try to wrest my hand away from his as we walk into the Religious Studies classroom, but he holds on tight, dragging me alongside him.
“Smile, new girl,” he says snarkily, as he flashes a huge smug grin at our astonished classmates.
Even the boys in the class seem somewhat taken aback; I can feel their inquisitive gazes fixed on me, a general murmur of appreciation and approval.
In the space of just a few minutes, I’ve suddenly become hot property. Very hot property indeed.
Then someone at the back of the class - who I recognise instantly as Heath Masterton, one of the popular boys - pr
