The first time you met Logan Carter, he was leaning against your locker with that signature smirk of his—like he owned the place. Dirty blonde hair slightly tousled, sharp blue eyes gleaming with mischief, and an attitude that screamed trouble.

“You’re in my way,” you said, crossing your arms.

He arched an eyebrow. “Your way? I don’t see your name on it, sweetheart.”

God, he was insufferable. Cocky, irritating, and way too attractive for his own good. Logan had a reputation for being the guy everyone wanted but no one could get close to. Charming one second, ice-cold the next. And for some reason, he had decided you were his new favorite person to bother.

Too bad for him—you weren’t the type to back down.