She’d never meant him to know. He’d probably guessed she had a massive crush on him, but she’d never wanted him to be sure.

“Jack, I…”

He shook his head. “Meri, I’m sorry. You’re…you’re Hunter’s little sister. I could never…I don’t see you like that.”

Of course not. Why would he want a beast when there were so many beauties throwing themselves at him?

“I understand. Everything. Just go.”

He started to leave, then turned back. “I want us to be friends. You’re my friend, Meri.” And with those horrifying words, he left.

Meri sat on the edge of her bed and wondered when she would stop hurting so much. When would she fit in? When would she stop loving Jack? When would she be able to walk in a room and not wish for the floor to open up and swallow her whole?

Automatically she reached under her bed and pulled out the plastic storage container filled with her snacks. After grabbing a frosted cupcake, she unwrapped it.

This was it-she’d officially hit bottom. Nothing would ever be worse than this exact moment. It was like dark matter in the universe. The absolute absence of anything. It was the death of hope.

She took a bite of the cupcake. Shame made her chew fast and swallow. When the sugar and fat hit her system, she wouldn’t hurt so bad. She wouldn’t feel so lonely or totally rejected by Jack Howington III. Damn him.

Why couldn’t he love her back? She was a good person. But she wasn’t busty and blond and tiny, like the girls he dated and slept with.

“I have a brain,” she murmured. “That scares guys.”

She said the words bravely, but she knew it was more than her incredible IQ that chased off boys. It was how she looked. How she’d allowed food to be everything, especially after her mom died four years ago. It was turning down her father’s badly worded offer to take her to a plastic surgeon to talk about her nose. She screamed that if he really loved her, he would never, ever talk about it again, when in truth she was scared. Scared of changing and scared of being the same.