Chapter 1

I woke up from a coma to a world that wasn't mine.

The doctors said it was a miracle. A head-on collision, three months unconscious, and I walked away with just a few scars.

But they didn't know the real damage.

My phone was a disaster zone. Hundreds of texts, a fan page with my name on it, and a cringey nickname: "Ethan's Girl."

Ethan. Ethan Moreau. The golden boy of Golden Leaf Maple, our town's biggest celebrity. Captain of the hockey team, handsome, rich, and a complete stranger to me.

Apparently, while I was sleeping, my body was not. Someone, or something, had been living my life. And she was obsessed with him.

"Chloe, you're awake! Thank God!" My friend Maya burst into the hospital room, her face a mix of relief and stress. "You have to get ready. The Founder's Day bonfire is tonight. Everyone's expecting your song."

"My what?"

"Your song for Ethan," she said, pulling a hideous hoodie from her bag. It was bright yellow, with "Mrs. Golden Leaf" printed across the chest in sparkling letters.

I stared at it. The person who wore this was not me. The real me, Chloe, the one who just wanted to run her coffee shop and be left alone, would rather die than wear this.

And I almost had.

That night, Maya dragged me to the bonfire. The air smelled of pine and burning wood. The hoodie felt like a costume for a person I hated.

Jessica, the head cheerleader and Ethan's on-again, off-again girlfriend, spotted me immediately. Her friends giggled.

"Look, the stalker is here," Jessica sneered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Ready to sing your pathetic little love song, Chloe?"

I ignored her. I walked straight to the food table and started making a s'more.

Then, Ethan appeared. He stood in front of me, a king in his kingdom, a smug smile on his face. He was used to being worshipped. He expected me to melt.

"Chloe," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I heard you were in an accident. Glad you're okay. Now, what's this I hear about a song?"

I took a bite of my s'more, chewing slowly. I looked him right in the eye.

"You know," I said, my voice clear and cold. "Your breath smells like cheap beer."

His smile vanished. The crowd around us went silent.

I turned my back on him and grabbed another marshmallow. The rest of the night, I ignored him completely. I ate five s'mores and drank a whole can of soda. I talked to Maya about her new job.

I could feel his eyes on me, confused and angry. He couldn't understand why his number one fan was suddenly treating him like dirt.

Then, the rain started. A sudden, cold downpour. Everyone scrambled for cover. Ethan grabbed the last jacket from a pile and, with a pointed look at me, draped it over Jessica's shoulders.

She smirked at me, triumphant. They expected me to be heartbroken, left shivering in the rain.

I just pulled out my phone.

"Maya, did you bring the car around like I asked?"

"Yep, right behind the bleachers."

I gave Ethan and Jessica a small, tight smile. "Have a nice night," I said, and walked away, leaving them standing there, stunned, in the pouring rain.