Conner Gilroy was my brother’s best friend.
Popular. Smart. Gorgeous. With his cocky grin and perfect family, he was the fantasy of almost every girl I knew, including mine.
And for some reason, he wanted me.
Me, Henley O’Connell. The ugly bookworm with bright orange hair. Poor white trash with a quick temper and a chip on her
shoulder. He confused me and made me angry. He treated me like I was something more than what I was. Like maybe what I
wanted wasn’t just a silly fantasy.
Like maybe it was real.