The Unexpected Love: The Unexpected Love

By Susan Swoon

Heidi Pierce:

I hate all of them in school but....I hate him the most — Fletcher Scott. I hate the way girls squirm around him, out-doing themselves to please him. I hate the way the school panders to him, too afraid to call him out on his wrongdoings. I hate, especially, the way he exploits my friend, Angela's crush on him. I had to do something to stop him.

But when a school project brings us closer, I have no idea what fate had in stock for us. I have no idea that what I feel for him is about to change forever as I discover the real Fletcher Scott — the person hidden behind the brand's veneer.

Fletcher Scott:

I am the best soccer player in the school's team. I love the attention and privilege it affords me. So what if some students who loves me wants to help me out academically? So what if I'm beloved.

Well, I'm not beloved by anyone. Heidi Pierce has never been able to hide the disgust and hate she feels for me. It's okay because the feeling is mutual.

But as funny as fate is, everything changed when a school project brings us closer. Maybe there is another layer to Heidi that is hidden from the rest of the world. Maybe what I feel for her changes because I discovered the real Heidi Pierce.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Swoon
• Release date: Feb 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201334758

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter One

Heidi

The class was noisy. It was almost as if the English teacher, Mr. Jacobs, was not standing before the class, screaming out the lines from his favorite book, Jane Eyre. Or at least, his tone seemed like he was screaming. Mr. Jacobs had the tiniest voice, almost feminine. This made him the subject of students’ mockery. The boys, Mark, especially liked to tease him about the voice. They’d erupt into a noise that would drown out Mr. Jacobs’ voice and then yell out to him.

We can't hear you, sir. Mr. Jacobs would flush red with embarrassment and reply:

If you’d keep quiet, I’m pretty sure everyone will hear me perfectly. If he was uncomfortable with their jokes and mockery, Mr. Jacobs never showed it. He was one of the resilient teachers in school. I know because he was, sort of, my friend.

I tried to block out the rude conversations going on around me and concentrate on making notes. It infuriated me that the people who weren’t listening right now would try to hassle the notes out of me when I was done. I was not, like, a nerd or anything; I was just a dedicated student. My mother would kill me if she found out that I was slacking in school. She didn’t work as hard as she does to have a lazy daughter. I looked up to her; I wanted to make her proud of me. With my current GPA, my shot at applying to her alumni, Brown University, was uninhibited.

Hey, nerd! I hope you are making some great notes. I swear to God, you are like the only one who actually listens to Ms. Tiny voice, Tessa, my best friend, said. She was sitting ahead of me, her head turned back. The bangs of her hair covered her forehead, nearly dropping into her eyes. Still, I could see the sharpness and clearness of her gray eyes as they twinkled mischievously.

Someone has to. Who else are you going to borrow notes from again in this class? I retorted, sticking out my tongue. Behind me, a rapturing burst of laughter erupted from the soccer team. Huddled together at the back of the class, they terrorized the rest of us. I had to spend all day listening to their crappy jokes and unintelligible conversation. I hated how much they ruled this school from their positions in the bleachers. Every corner of Habrook High is a monument dedicated to them. Sure, they played well and won lots of prizes for