Sara spent nearly two hours the next morning going through her closet to find the perfect dream girl outfit. She applied a light blush to her cheeks, using her vanity mirror. The boy with the beautiful name would be hers, and that was that. But she needed to look the part.

While her sky blue skirt and lacy white top were flirty and sexy, she knew all too well that Trish and Ella, along with every girl who caught sight of Bentley, would fall in love with him. But who would Bentley choose with so many options?

As she straightened her hair that morning, she tried to imagine what it would be like to marry a boy like Bentley Prince. He claimed he had never met the Charlestons, his country's royal family. But when Erin called her last night after dinner, Erin divulged new details. A few girls on the field hockey team who were in Bentley's AP Latin class (Sara loathed Latin otherwise she would have switched out of her Spanish class) had heard rumors that he and his family were acquainted with the Charlestons.

"How?" Sara had asked.

Erin had made a loud splash in her bathtub. "Apparently," Erin said as she poured more soap into the water, "his father is disgustingly rich. He's some big shot billionaire who has like a billion stocks, a billion companies, and gives his hot as sin son access to all of his disgustingly extravagant private jets to exclusive, exotic getaways. Bentley Prince is a celebrity, Sara."

Sara had moved her pillows around in an effort to stay calm. "Well, why haven't we heard of him?"

Erin made another splash.

"Try not to drop your phone into the water, Erin," Sara said.

"I won't! I won't!" Erin insisted as another worrisome splash sounded from the other side of the phone.

"I'll assume the Prince family kept their son's fame to a minimum. Until he turns twenty-one, he's protected or something under their government. Honestly, he's perfect. And that affords him the luxury to be an a-hole to everyone he deems to be beneath him," Erin said.

After her call with Erin, Sara had barely slept. She couldn't get the boy with the beautiful name out of her mind. She pictured his chocolate curls and buttery-brown eyes. She imagined what it must have felt like for his strong arms to hold her and carry her all the way to the nurse's station. Oh why couldn't she have been awake to remember it later? If her friends hadn't told her, she would never have known it happened.

Now, before Sara headed to Calc, she stopped by the girls' bathroom to fluff her hair and to apply more lip gloss. To her surprise, nearly all of the girls from her math class were also in the bathroom. They seemed to share the same idea. Dress to impress Bentley Prince.

What is this? Some kind of competition? Sara thought with irritation.

When she danced into the math classroom, she sighed in relief that Bentley wasn't yet there.

She sat down at her desk and tried to breathe normally. Her heart continued to race.

Just as the classroom grew crowded with students, Bentley sailed through the door. And to Sara's intense alarm, his arm was linked with Ella's.

"No. Oh no, it can't be," Sara moaned to herself. She dropped her head onto her desk. She had assumed he was interested in her. She'd stayed up practically the whole night tossing and turning, imagining what his hair smelled like and how soft his curls were, especially the ringlets around his ears.

Suddenly, she felt what seemed to be a pencil eraser poking at her arm. She spun around in her chair, a hopeful smile on her face. Was Bentley going to talk to her again?

Instead of the boy with the beautiful name, she saw Trevor Martin, the obnoxious class clown. He grinned triumphantly at her. "Look who's back!" he sang.