Prologue

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time.

My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

I, on the other hand, didn't look anything like that. I had coarse brown hair tangled at the slightest touch. My eyes and lips were also way too big for my face. Okay, maybe I am being too hard on myself. I wasn't completely hideous, but when I stood next to her, her beauty overshadowed me, and I ended up looking like a troll, so I tried my hardest not to stand next to her.

I tried to ask my mom if I was adopted, that way, I can go look for my birth parents and get away from her, but my mom just blew me off.

In high school, I felt insignificant next to her every time guys openly hit on her and pretended like I didn't exist even though I was standing right next to her.

But being extremely beautiful had its downside too. She had plenty of admirers who were harmless, but she also had to deal with a few stalkers and creepy guys hitting on her. At least I was safe from all of that.

"Jane, come on, we are gonna be late!" Liliana said.

It was the first day of school. I was a junior, and she was a senior.

"Yay, I can't wait to start another year being the understudy of Miss beauty queen," I said.

"Oh, don't start Jane, I told you if you took care of yourself a little better and dressed more... stylishly, guys will notice you too!" Liliana chirped.

"I like my sweatpants look. It's much more comfortable," I said.

"Whatever, let's get going," she said and pulled me to the car.

We arrived at school just before the bell rang, so I hurried to get to class. My First class had to be located all the way to the end of the building, so I decided to make a run for it.

I crashed into something hard and tumbled forward, taking down whoever it was I bumped into. Pretty soon, I was staring at a pair of dark brown eyes as I hovered over none other than Jake Morris.

Ah, Jake, the high school bad boy. Also, one of many admirers of Liliana. Jake had been trying to get into her pants since ninth grade, but Liliana paid no attention to him. She didn't like his kind is what she said to me. But that didn't mean he quit trying.

Jake wasn't one of those bad boys you learn about in romance novels. You know the ones that are rough on the outside but secretly a softy on the inside? Nope, not him. He was the actual devil. I secretly call him Damien, the evil child from the movie The Omen. Because he looks like an angel from the outside, but in reality, he is most likely a spawn of the devil. I bet if I parted his hair, I'd see the birthmark 666 on his scalp. Okay, I might be exaggerating a little bit, but he is the worst. I'll tell you how bad later.

But for now, I have to figure out how to get out of this situation.