Keeley forgot something very important in her quest to avoid Aaron Hale: when they crossed paths in the first place. The first time she saw him was at a basketball game. Their eyes met briefly and she blushed and scurried away to where her friends were sitting in the stands.

　　She had never seen someone so handsome before—or so cold. The moment their eyes locked was like staring into a dark blue abyss.

　　She was curious about those eyes but didn't notice them again until the seating chart was redone alphabetically by last name. She froze the moment she stepped into the room and saw him sitting leisurely at the desk next to the one she was supposed to sit at.

　　Aaron Hale. Keeley Hall. People had teased them when they started dating because their last names were practically the same.

　　Keeley felt sick. How did she forget that this seating arrangement was coming up?! She was too focused on avoiding all the basketball games in the weeks since she woke up! Her memory got it wrong.

　　She thought this happened during the last quarter of her senior year, not the third! There was supposed to be more time to come up with a plan. She wasn't ready to face him; not after how coldly he had treated her just before she died so traumatically.

　　"Mr. Weisz, aren't seating charts a little childish? We are attending a prestigious inst.i.tution of higher education after all," she tried reasoning.

　　Private school teachers tended to be proud of where they worked. Public school teachers only cared about maintaining the chaos.

　　Keeley never would have been able to go to a school as elite as Westwind Academy if her crazy great-great-grandfather's will didn't specify leaving his inheritance solely for the education of his descendants after striking it rich during the Gold Rush.

　　Her dad held two Master's degrees, completely paid for by the trust. Her cousins, all much older than her, had at least one graduate degree as well. Several had more than one like her dad. That was how the trust worked.