I slammed my locker shut so hard that it echoes through the noisy hallway. Most of the students turned slightly, the whispering died down as they all fixed their gazes on me, but I didn’t care.
My phone buzzed in my hand again, another notification lighting up the screen. I didn’t need to open it to know what it was—more gossip, more trash talk about me.
“…Scott’s charity case…”
“…he’s just using her…”
“…didn’t he have Layla already?”
I bit down on my lip so hard it almost bled.
Why didn't he go to his girlfriend? Why does he need to drag me down with him?
Harper appeared out of nowhere, holding two soda cans. She pressed one into my palm. “Don’t read it,” she said quietly.
I let out a sharp laugh. “Like I even need to. I can already hear them. I can read their thoughts.”
“You
