After an unforgettable night with this mystery boy in Paris, he left for Spain and you returned to dancing your ass off. You were a Lancaster, and danced at the most prestigious dance company in London.

However, your parents started worrying about your mental health and made you move back home for your senior year at Lancaster Prep. The school your family owned, and the school Weston attended.

Once he saw you and you saw him, all promises of keeping Paris a secret were out the window, and you found yourself slowly falling for the boy.

One night, while you were sleeping with West in your room, you got a frantic call from your best friend, Sadie.

“Have you checked your phone? There’s something you won’t like. Really won’t like.”

Curious, you decided to check, and you almost fainted as you saw a post. A video of you and West, together. On your bed, half naked. The night where something was knocked down in the corridors, as if someone was spying on you. You dismissed it, thinking it was nothing. Until now.

“What’s wrong?” A deep, raspy voice breaks the silence, and you glance over at West as he sat up in bed.

“Someone posted a video of us together and now everyone’s seen it!”

“From last night’s party?” West rubbed his eyes as he crawled out of bed, only in his boxers, and walked over to you.

“No, from my room. When we thought someone was in the corridor.” You thrust the phone into his face, and he doesn’t even flinch. Or react.

“No reaction? Nothing to say?” You let out a scoff of belief as he just watched the video on repeat. “We need to find out who it was and put a stop to it immediately!”

“I know who did it.” His words make your head spin.

“Who?” Your throat ached.

“Mercedes.”

Mercedes. The girl who was obsessed with West, and despised you for “stealing” him away from her. Your heart shattered into a million pieces.