lucy_mumbua

I had three simple rules:  
1. Never remove the hood and mask.  
2. Don’t attract attention.  
3. Follow rule one and two at all costs.  

Simple, right? Well, I followed them religiously—until Jason came along and shattered them all. I didn’t want anyone to know my identity. I just wanted to stay in the shadows, finish school, and disappear. But no, the stupid jock had to get in my way, and now my peaceful, hidden life is in ruins.  

I didn’t mean to embarrass the school’s golden boy. His name? Jason. He’s the son of the country’s richest CEO. Ironically, I chose this place to hide from my own father, the man I’m trying to escape. I look too much like him, and if anyone made the connection, my cover would be blown. Hence, the hood and mask I wear every single day.  

But now, instead of just hiding from my father, I have to watch out for Jason, too. He’s vowed to make my life miserable. I still can’t figure out his obsession with me—one minute he’s humiliating me in front of everyone, and the next he’s trying to kiss me behind the bleachers.

The Girl in the Hoodie is Mine

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Great, I thought as I caught sight of the three stooges staring at me from across the diner. There they were, Jason, Max, and Dylan, lined up like some kind of boyband with matching expressions of suspicion and surprise. It was almost impressive how synchronized their reactions were—like they'd just witnessed me commit a terrible crime, maybe even murder a puppy or something equally unforgivable.

Seriously, could a girl not even have a simple conversation with her godfather without triggering an inquisition?

I tried my best to play it cool, as if I hadn't just been caught red-handed in some non-existent scandal. I ignored the trio's gawking, gave a polite nod to the next customer who came up to the counter, and forced myself to look busy by rearranging menus that were already perfectly organized. But I could still feel their eyes on me, practically burning holes into the back of my head.

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