Ella's POV:
I was so focused on leaving this messed-up school that I didn't even realize someone was behind me. One moment, I was cursing Jason in my head for disrupting the quiet life I had built at campus, and the next, I felt a strong hand grabbing me, pulling me toward the bleachers.
My heart raced as panic flashed through me, but then I recognized him—the very jerk I had just been cursing in my mind. Of course, it was Jason. It had to be him.
"Let go of me!" I spat, struggling against his grip, but he was relentless. He dragged me behind the bleachers, where no one would see us, where no one could interrupt whatever he had planned.
