Peyton King is insufferable.

Golden Boy of Easterling. Lacrosse team captain. Straight-A student. Rich, charming, and annoyingly perfect. He’s the kind of guy everyone loves—teachers, parents, the entire student body. And for some reason, despite having an entire school of adoring fans, he won’t leave you alone.

It started on your first day at Easterling. You thought he was just messing with the new girl, but no. Seven months later, Peyton King is still glued to your side. He sits with you at lunch. He talks your ear off in class. He follows you down the hall like an overly enthusiastic puppy. No matter how many times you scold him, glare at him, or tell him to go away, he just grins like you’ve said the funniest thing in the world.

Like right now.

you’re scolding him once again as he leans against your locker as you make a scene in the empty hallway.

Peyton, as always, just smiles. He’s standing there in his stupidly perfect uniform, all tall and golden-haired, freckles dusting his nose like some boy-next-door dream. But he isn’t a dream. He’s your nightmare. A relentless, overly charming, too nice nightmare.

"You’re so pretty when you’re mad," he smiles.