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    Jack shook his head, but stayed silent. He didn’t need to say anything; his judgement was pretty obvious. I hiked my bag’s strap higher up my shoulder just as the bell signaling the end of lunch went off.
    â€œLook,” I said, giving a frustrated sigh. “It doesn’t matter what you think. I know why I’m going to that party, and that’s what counts.”
    â€œWhatever you say.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest, flipping the tip of my ponytail behind my shoulder. “I bet you’re having a great time relishing in my pain.”
    â€œI’m just here to do my job,” Jack replied, but his smile gave away his amusement.
    â€œA job that isn’t actually necessary.”
    â€œI think those text messages prove otherwise.”
    â€œSeriously?” I asked, my irritation growing by the second. “ That set you off? That was nothing! If I call Pizza Hut tonight, you’re not going to shoot someone are you?”
    â€œHilarious,” Jack said, deadpan. “But you don’t think it’s a tiny bit suspicious that the day after your dad hires bodyguards for your protection, some random person starts telling you that they’re constantly watching you?”
    On the word “bodyguards” Jack lowered his voice, aware that we were in full eavesdropping range.
    I let my arms fall to my sides, forcing all emotion off my face. “Well, I mean, if you put it like that . . .”
    Brendan suddenly walked past Jack before he could respond, pushing him roughly into me. I turned around to look at him, just in time to catch the glare he had shot in Jack’s direction. It was Jack’s first day at school and he had already left a trail of destruction in his wake. The worst part was he didn’t seem to care that he was slowly but surely ruining my life. For him, I was a source of entertainment.
    â€œPerfect,” I said, throwing my hands in the air with frustration. “Just freaking perfect!”
    â€œAnd you thought your life was nothing like a clichéd high school movie,” Jack said, tilting his head to one side with a smile.
    A jealous boyfriend, a manipulative arch nemesis, a creepy stalker and a frustratingly good-looking bodyguard. Throw in some pom poms and a stolen cheer routine, and I was the definition of a cliché.

Chapter Three

    The next sign that something disastrous was coming was kind enough to wait a few days before showing itself. It was Friday afternoon and I was sitting on an exercise ball in the indoor gym, letting the ball swivel to and fro underneath me. Ordinarily, there’s no way I set foot in that gym unless I really force myself to. My love affair with sugar is too strong. Which isn’t fantastic, because in Hollywood, your appearance defines you. Luckily, I’m one of those annoying people who can eat their weight in junk food and never gain a pound. That probably won’t last forever, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
    Unfortunately, it seemed that ever since the bodyguards had shown up, the gym was the only place I could really sit and think without being disturbed, despite all the rooms in the house. In particular, there was no escaping Jack and his painfully beautiful face. He was causing a lot of problems in my life, and I couldn’t figure out a way to get him out. To make matters worse, Brendan hadn’t spoken to me since the fight. Instead, we resorted to avoiding each other in hallways and shooting awkward glances whenever we were near one another. He hadn’t even tried to talk to me. The day after our fight, he came to my locker before first period as if he wanted make up, but then he took one look at Jack and walked away silently. Which, let’s face it, was a major overreaction. Clearly he disliked Jack, or was threatened by him or whatever, but too bad, buddy. He had started the fight with his “I love Meghan” fan