Chapter 4

Jeremy Hawthorne—basketball star, school royalty, the boy who'd made my life a living nightmare for the past weeks—was standing behind the bar wearing a black apron over a plain white t-shirt, a rag in his hand as he wiped down the counter.

Our eyes met across the room, and for a moment, neither of us moved. His expression shifted from casual indifference to shock to something that looked almost like fear. This couldn't be real. Jeremy Hawthorne working as a server in a dive bar? The boy who drove a luxury car to school and walked the halls like he…