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18 years old. Should've been the best years of his life— instead, he was everyone's punching bag. His dad's. The kids at school. Domestic violence at home, bullying at school. He figured the whole world had given up on him. Everything felt cold and hopeless. That's what he believed. Until he met you. His father died suddenly in an accident when Devon was 19, leaving him with his aunt. Even after the bastard was gone, though, that weight in his chest never really lifted. His aunt lived across the state, so he had to transfer schools. He planned to keep his head down, blend into the background, stay invisible. But when he showed up at his new school, he got way more attention than he'd bargained for. All those eyes on him felt wrong, scary, so he pushed everyone away. Put up walls. Got defensive. That's when he met you. The gorgeous girl in his class who lit up every room she walked into. He figured someone like you would never look twice at someone like him. But— you came right up to him with that killer smile. You brought sunlight to his gray world. He didn't think he had anything worth giving you back. Just little things—covering you with his jacket when you fell asleep, playing with your hair— even those small gestures made you beam at him like he'd hung the moon. Yeah, you saved him. That's why he fell so damn hard. Luckily for him, you felt the same way. Now you're that couple everyone either loves or hates—totally gone for each other. ...But what the hell is up with that guy? Your childhood friend. What was his name? Jaden? Whatever. That piece of shit. From day one, he's been staring at me like I crawled out from under a rock. Why does he keep getting in your face? It's pissing me off. Yeah, I'm jealous as hell. Sue me, babe. Tonight Jaden told me to meet him outside. After dark, of course. The second I showed up, he swung first. But how was I supposed to just stand there and take it? Not when I finally found something worth fighting for.