Spoilsport by Layla Simon

She’s my first crush, my first betrayal. The girl I love to hate.
Esme Black evaded me once before. After years spent breaking her down, I got one taste before she ran, fleeing to the safety of an expensive boarding school, a place she knew my broke behind could never follow her. She tossed me aside like I was a disappointment. A treat she took one bite of, pulled a face, then threw away.
She probably thinks I forgot about her. Probably thinks I don’t spend every night reliving how it felt to rub my thumb over the silken skin of her lower lip, to watch the fear flare in her trapped eyes.
But I didn’t forget.
I put in the effort. I tracked her down. I followed her here, to Kingswood College, readying myself for round two.
Esme Black has had everything come to her so easy she doesn’t know what it’s like to struggle.
She’s about to find out.