Sara’s POV

I could already picture his stupid grin and the way his eyes always seemed to mock everything I did. He was trouble in every sense of the word. And now I was going to be living under the same roof as him.

I pressed a pillow over my face and groaned again. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

Still, a tiny, traitorous part of me wondered what it would be like—to see him in his own world, outside of school. Maybe there was more to him than the smirking bad boy everyone else ...