expensive cologne, tried to "casually" bump into me in the library, offering to help with m

s," I said, not lookin

rew it in the trash without a word. My focus was on my grades, on the SATs, on getting out. These boys

holarship application draft. The whispers that followed me down the halls, curated by Jessica and her cronies. Thi

ch, an apple, a world away from the catered sushi and organic salads in the cafeteria – I heard them. Mark,

ny of it," Mark complained.

ested in you, Dalt

ir new leader for this game. "Someone gets her to fall for them. Build her up.

hat was it. Not just hu

n't tried yet," Mark said. "I

y case," Chris chuckled. "She already hates that Miller girl. So

n, was a known fact. She wanted him, and he barely knew she existed beyond being another popular girl. Her hatred for me, I

resolve didn't just solidify; it turned to steel. They