Sara’s POV
I could already picture his stupid grin and the way his eyes always seemed to mock everything I did. He was trouble in every sense of the word. And now I was going to be living under the same roof as him.
I pressed a pillow over my face and groaned again. “This is going to be a nightmare.”
Still, a tiny, traitorous part of me wondered what it would be like—to see him in his own world, outside of school. Maybe there was more to him than the smirking bad boy everyone else saw.
I quickly shoved that thought away.
No. Definitely not.
He was still Archer King—the boy who’d made detention feel like hell.
And now, apparently, my new housemate.
The next morning came too soon. My alarm rang before sunrise, and for a few seconds, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, feeling li
