Roisin
Olivine's friends were still gawking at me. The looks they gave me, ranging from suspicious and scornful to judgmental, burned through my skin like fire. I felt nauseous, my throat dry and my palms sweaty. Iridian’s vicious words played over and over in my head, her insults searing into my soul. I hated her. I hated the way she twisted everything to make me seem like a disgrace.
But what could I do? I wasn’t about to let them believe her vile lies. If they thought I was some kind of w***e, I’d have to clear things up, even if it meant admitting something that might cause even more chaos.
I swallowed thickly, standing a little taller. "I... I need to tell you all something. The truth is—"
“I gave her the hickeys,” Olivine interrupted, his voice firm and summoning everyone's att
