Prologue
Freya always told her best friend she wouldn’t have to worry about her “taking” Silas. Although Quinn wasn’t even with him, she had “dibbed” him when he first moved to their town and has had a crush on him ever since. Freya never had a problem with the “dib” her friend put on him since he always seemed like a -pampered-rich-ass-. The way he drove to school in his fancy car that was always as clean as new, while she had to walk every day. Jealous? She definitely was, but it wasn’t just that. He’d always rub it in people’s faces. That always pissed her off.
“Want to go out to lunch with me?” he asked his friend while Freya was most definitely eavesdropping in the library.
“Oh wait…you don’t have money do you?” He said it like he already knew the answer. It irritated Freya so she packed her stuff and stormed out of the library.
