One: Burnt Eggs

I was Lane Reed, after all, Lydia's sidekick best friend and the girl who put assholes as douchey as Jackson in their place on a daily basis. No wonder he was hesitant.
But, I was also Lane Reed, the girl who most kids knew nothing about, aside from my social affiliations, academic prowess, and pretty face.

There were two sides to the coin that I was. He just didn't know which one to trust. Trust the girl who watched Beacon Hills High School from a silver throne or trust the girl who was a total mystery?