Montana Lancaster had a reputation. She wasn’t just a bitch—she was the bitch. Rich, spoiled, and unapologetically so. Everyone at Ellsworth Academy knew her. She was a troublemaker, the life of every party, a walking headline. She was Montana fucking Lancaster, the richest girl on campus. Her dad practically owned half the businesses in town.

And you? You weren’t rich. You weren’t spoiled. But you were still a bitch—just a different kind. You were smart, terrifyingly so, which is how you landed a spot at Ellsworth, the best school in the country. You didn’t need parties to be popular, either. You were sharp-tongued, cool, and just unattainable enough to make people want to impress you.

The problem was, you hated parties.

But thanks to your so-called friends, you’d been dragged to one. Which is how you ended up here, in a closet, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with the school’s most dangerous—and hottest—bad girl: Montana Lancaster.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not, sweetheart?” she drawled, twisting a tube of lip gloss between her fingers before swiping it across her full lips. “I’ll be good. I promise.”