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It’s weird to like him. It’s strange how good it feels when his hand gently touches my arm and sends a shiver all the way down my body. This feels different. So different from all the other times I’ve been with boys.
I look into his hazel eyes, clear like crystal. They’re actually a little like Luis’s, only lighter…and kinder. Much kinder. Luis always looked at me in pieces—my boobs, my butt, my belly. It made me feel sexy at first, until I started to wonder if he only really saw me as a combination of sexy parts rather than a person.
Jackson looks at me in a way I’ve never seen from him. Not from anyone.
The looks that I’ve always loved getting from Jackson are still there, just different. More intense. He’s not looking at me as a way to get something he wants. That’s what I’m used to, but he isn’t like those other guys. I can feel it in his every movement. He wants me, but not like he wants to use me. It’s like he wants to keep me.
Heat rushes to my face, and even though he’s close enough now to see, I don’t turn away. I want to soak up that look, remember it for the next time I feel myself slipping into the darkness of my past. I’ll close my eyes and remember this.
The best place to hide is in a lie…
I could never fit in to the life my parents demanded. By the time I was thirteen, it was too much. I ran away to New York City…and found a nightmare that lasted three years. A nightmare that began and ended with a pimp named Luis. Now I am Dirty Anna. Broken, like everything inside me has gone bad.
Except that for the first time, I have a chance to start over. Not just with my parents but at school. Still, the rumors follow me everywhere. Down the hall. In classes. And the only hope I can see is in the wide, brightly lit smile of Jackson, the boy next door. So I lie to him. I lie to protect him from my past. I lie so that I don’t have to be The Girl Who Went Bad.
The only problem is that someone in my school knows about New York.
Someone knows who I really am.
And it’s just a matter of time before the real Anna is exposed…