Perfectly You (The Perfect Series Book 2)

By: Robin Daniels

For Kelly - From your biggest fan.





Blah, blah, blah, blah… I was hearing Rob’s words, but they weren’t registering.

“I can’t believe you used to make out with him,” Lilly leaned over and whispered while shaking her head, a look of disbelief on her face. She’s my best friend, so her expression should be a look of disgust. But it’s hard to express disgust when your eyes are full of lust and wonder.

My mouth tightened and my lips pursed. Squinting, I drew in a large breath through my nose. Why did I date him for so long?

I leaned toward Lilly and responded through the side of my mouth, “I was totally suffering from a massive brain fart and temporary insanity during freshman year. Don’t hold it against me. The relationship high from dating The Robert Emerson had me duped. I was mesmerized by his gorgeous face and nice body, which made me completely blind to his rotten personality. Maybe it’s a universal law or something that girls must drool and act like flirty dimwits when he looks at them. Someday, Lilly, you’ll build up an immunity like I have. Then you’ll realize that narcissism is definitely not hot.”

“Do you have something important to share with the rest of the group, Ivy?” Rob pinned me with a hard stare and waited for my response. The easiest way to pull his attention from me was to redirect it back on him. If there was one thing Rob loved, it was being the center of attention.

“Lilly and I were just talking about how much we loved your idea of turning this year’s auction into a dinner, too.” I smiled as eagerly as I could fake, waiting to see if my distraction worked. Honestly, I thought the dinner was a horrible idea. It’d cost a lot of money, take a lot of time, and need a lot of man power. It was a huge component being added to an already big project, an addition that would have a massive overhead expense, causing us to earn less money overall. But, once Rob has spoken, his word is law. If he wanted a dinner, then he’d get a dinner. It’d be less work for me not to fight it.

Rob stared at me a moment longer before returning my smile. “It is a really good idea, isn’t it?” He verbally patted himself on the back. Not like he needed to. There were twenty-three other people in the room willing to pat it for him. He was, after all, Franklin High School’s golden boy. A walking, talking, Abercrombie & Fitch advertisement: tall, blond hair, tan skin, blue eyes, perfect teeth, great abs, and, to top it all off, rich beyond reason. Most people were wearing blinders when it came to Rob Emerson. He looked great and could be very charming when it suited him. Unfortunately, very few recognized his less than admirable qualities. He was conceited, self-absorbed, and condescending. Especially if he didn’t find you his equal. And in Rob’s mind, nobody was his equal.

Rob nodded at my approval and went back to droning on. I still wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Lately, when Rob spoke, all I heard was blah, blah, blah, blah… I should’ve been listening, because he was our student body president. But I was getting sick of his leadership methods. Even though I’d been elected vice president, Rob ran everything like a dictatorship. He wouldn’t be so successful if I weren’t the only person unaffected by his perfect exterior. Rob was like the Manchurian Candidate. How do you compete with that?

I guess charisma and beauty were the only things important in high school politics. No wonder our country was such a mess. Rob was exactly the type of person my peers wanted to represent them, because they were too foolish to get informed. I took a good look at the kids seated around me and realized that many of them would be voting in our country’s next presidential election. The thought made me shudder.

“So, Ivy, how are we coming on volunteers for the auction? You have enough participants, I assume. The deadline for name submission is today.” Rob was speaking in his usual condescending tone. But, as his unfortunate right hand in student government, and his ex-girlfriend, I rarely accepted his superiority without sarcasm or general rudeness.

“Of course, your Highness.” I bowed my head to him in mock reverence. “As head of the auction committee and one of your most loyal subjects, I can assure you that everything is in order and will be presented to Principal Anderson this afternoon.” My sarcasm was thick enough to cut.

Rob shot me a death glare. Most of the room was silent, except a few people who were snickering under their breath. It was Lilly who broke the tension when she yelled, “Damn!” Only it came out “Dayuuum!” and was accompanied by fingers snapping while her chin jerked side to side. The whole display was utterly ridiculous coming from Lilly’s tiny frame and fiery red head, but it had the desired effect. The entire council erupted with laughter. Well, everyone except Rob and his girlfriend, Sophia Hill. That girl was a piece of work, perfect for Rob in every single way. A match made in trust fund heaven.

My transgression of disrespecting our benevolent leader was temporarily forgotten, so I tried to smooth things over while I could. “Seriously, though, Rob, I only need one more volunteer, and I’m confident I can find one by the end of the day.” I smiled politely. I did have to work with him for the rest of the year, and I wasn’t a complete hag. I could be civil. Probably.