If I had to live one more day pretending to be Blake Thorton, I was going to lose my mind.

Waking up in his body was one thing.

Living as him walking through the halls of Prescott High while people slapped my back and called me “dude” — was an entirely different kind of nightmare.

After what Blake told me yesterday about my mother’s plans, I hadn’t slept much. The idea of him being paraded around as me in front of a bunch of rich, fake people made my stomach twist with guilt and ...