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They say St. Augustine Prep is where futures are made. I think it’s where they’re ruined. Transferring halfway through junior year, I expected new classes, new faces, and maybe a few dirty looks. I didn’t expect to become the girl everyone was talking about—or to make an enemy out of Marcus Lopez, the arrogant star quarterback who seems determined to get under my skin. We can’t stand each other. At least, that’s what we tell ourselves. But between Friday night football games, million-dollar mansion parties, dangerous secrets, and a school where everyone has something to hide, the line between hate and something much more complicated starts to blur. Because at St. Augustine Prep, appearances are everything. And falling for your worst enemy was never part of the game.