hone. I get to Rosewood at 7:55 AM. Gates open. Fountain on. And there is Jace Carter, not by fountain with lacrosse boys, but leaning on MY locker. My locker. Number 214. Old paint. Sticker from

ks," he said. "Your book. Our book. Biology book we both have to study because we both have detention past. And future detention if I keep leaving Biology early." "That detention is over." "Then new detention. I will get new detention so we are together again. That's my plan." "You would get detention on purpose?" "Yes," he said simple, eating cupcake in one bite like yesterday. "I already talked to Tyler. Tyler will step on my shoe today in lacrosse practice so I yell at him and Principal gives me detention. Then you can visit me in library. Bring cupcakes." I stared. This boy. Young Master who donates library wing, who has Range Rover and driver, wants detention on purpose so he can see scholarship girl who works at bakery. "You are crazy," I said. "Crazy for chocolate cupcakes," he said, and wiped frosting from my lip with his thumb.But this time in art room, blinds OPEN. Anyone passing in hallway can see through window. Anyone. And someone did see. Door opened. Not Chloe. Not freshman looking for watercolors. Madison. Back from sick day beach photoshoot. Hair perfect. Ponytail high. Blazer perfect, white shirt ironed. Not sick at all. Tan from Malibu. She saw us. Table. Cupcakes. His hand near my face. My lip with frosting. Her smile froze. Like ice. "Well," she said, voice sweet but cold. "So #BlindsClosed was true. And now #HeWontLeaveHerAlone is true too. Fast upgrade, Mia." Jace stood fast. Hand away from me. Like caught. "Madison, you were supposed to apologize," he said, voice hard now. Young Master voice, not cupcake voice. "I was sick," she said, looking at me, not him. "You were in Malibu with lacrosse stick," Jace said. "I saw close friends story. My sister showed me. Caption 'sick day;)'" Madison eyes went red, not from crying, from angry. She is good at angry. "Mia Parker," she said to me, directly to me. "Do you know what people say? They say you planned all this. Book on basketball court. Falling off ladder on purpose. Blinds closed. You want Young Master to feel sorry for scholarship girl so you get money." My hands started shaking again. Like Friday basketball court when his shoe was on my book. "I didn't plan-" I started, voice small. "She didn't plan anything," Jace cut in. Loud. Louder than I ever heard him. "You stepped on her book first? No. I did. So if anyone planned, I did. If anyone should lose scholarship, it's me. Not her." Madison laughed, but not happy laugh. Mean laugh. "Jace Carter defending scholarship girl. Cute. Your dad will love this story at dinner tomorrow. Your dad who donates library wing. My dad who donates tennis court. They talk at dinner tomorrow, remember? Principal's dinner at Beverly Hills Hotel. All donors." She looked at me again, up and down, red dress? No, today grey cardigan, but she looked like I was wearing trash. "Enjoy cupcakes, Mia. Enjoy while it lasts. At Rosewood, scholarship can disappear faster than blurry photo. My mom is on scholarship committee." She walked out. Door slam loud. Dust fell from old art room ceiling. Art room quiet again. Cupcakes not tasty now. Frosting tastes like paper. "She is lying," Jace said fast, sitting back down, trying to fix. "Scholarship can't disappear. Princ