Blackmailed by the Jerk

I have a secret.

I kind of faked my perfect SAT score to get a full scholarship at Middleson University. It worked, but now I have one major problem—Rick, a wealthy jerk who looks like Zac Efron and who's blackmailing me with my lie. What does the jerk want in exchange for his silence?

My body...

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Excerpt:

I'm in a good mood till I spot something in the corner. Or more precisely, someone. Rick is here, and he's staring at me. He looks like such a privileged d**khead with his pink polo shirt, chino pants, the sunglasses on his head, and the smirk on his handsome—but begging to be punched—face. I glare at him.

"Who's that?" Felicity asks. "Do you know him?"

Oh, he's this guy who's blackmailing me because he knows I cheated to get a full ride to Middleson University. "He's some jerk I'm hooking up with," I mutter.

"Why are you hooking up with a jerk?"

"It's complicated." When Rick begins walking toward us, I say, "Jesus Christ. Excuse me." I march up to him and hiss, "What are you doing here?"

"It's one-dollar beer night," he says casually.

"You're rich. You don't need to take advantage of cheap beer."

He shrugs. "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be studying."

I flush. "I needed a study break."

He wraps a possessive arm around my waist, whispering into my ear, "Why don't we have a 'study break' at my place?"

A deep sigh leaves me. Because his suggestion is not really a suggestion.