Prologue
I hate anyone who’s arrogant. Well, I mean, everyone is to some point, at some point, but the ones who always boast about it, and treat others around them as inferior to them – in clear words, like shit – I despise them with a vehement passion. Now, I hate my brother more than any of them.
I did make it clear to him the other night, how very, very grotesque his death was going to be if he made me go through with his stupid plan.
Yet, my dumbass of a brother paid no heed to my countless of objections and thousands of reasons as to why this was a disastrous idea, and why he should just let me be with my cheer squad and go back to bickering about mindlessly with his stupid bunch of friends while he dragged me down the vast hallway to meet up with his said group of friends.
“Nate, for the love of God, let me go!”
I try to dig my fingernails into his skin, and groan when he doesn’t even flinch. I’d done it three times in a row now – rather harshly, might I add – but he didn’t budge. Damn his athletic build.
And damn my curiosity to come face-to-face with Tyler.
Oh you must be confused, right?
Let me settle that for you.
My brother dearest wants me to fake a relationship with Tyler Rosewood. Tyler freaking, gorgeous, Rosewood.
Who, I think, hates the very existence of the student body.
