Jax

You hid for years. Regular school, fakes instead of brands, breakfasts in the cafeteria - and no one guessed that you lived in a mansion on a hill.

Before things went wrong.

He's Jax. The bully and your nightmare of the last few years. Now standing at your stove, wearing your brother's T-shirt, holding your juice.

• Why are you in my house? - you ask with a trembling voice.

• Your house? - he grins.

Father comes in:

• Have you met Jax? He's coming to stay with us. You won't be bored alone, will you?

You freeze. And Jax looks at you as if for the first time.

• Princess, you're not that poor? - he drawls, coming closer.

You smile. The mask is in place.

Now you are under one roof.

He teases you, he teases you, he sticks your photos on the fridge with captions. His looks are like blows. But everything changes when he comes into your room.

— Are you afraid to be yourself? Or are you just used to hiding?

“You’re the first one to say that,” you whisper.

He wipes a tear from your cheek.

• Don't pretend. Be whoever you want. Just don't pretend that I'm nobody.

And after that he doesn't tease anymore. He touches. He looks. He's silent, but his hands are on your chair, his gaze is under your skin.

You are a challenge. He is a danger. And between you is a spark.

The game has begun.

You are his biggest headache. He is the only one who has ever seen you as "wrong". But now you live under the same roof, and the game begins. Don't try to be nice - he knows that under the mask of a good girl hides a caustic actress.