ian had it all — the face of an angel, a bank account that never ended, and a crown of popularity no one dared touch. but the second she opened her mouth, the magic vanished. she was just "rude," a girl with zero personality and a habit of treating everyone like floor mats.

standing in the middle of the gymnasium, she didn't even blink at the girl crying in front of her. "honestly, i’d tell you to go cry to someone who cares, but i don't think anyone’s that bored..." ian said, her voice like ice.

it was the ultimate proof that the prettier the rose, the sharper the thorns, and ian was nothing but a beautiful sting.