Anastasia:
The clothes smelt like lavender and honey, making me wonder which preppy girl Hardin has gotten the clothes from.
I was not supposed to be happy. I was supposed to be wallowing in that depth of self doubt and anger at the humiliation I just faced.
But somehow, I could not stop replaying the event over and over in my head, the only part that now mattered to me being when he stepped in for me.
To save me.
" Slut" one girl whispered as I walked down the halls.
I turned around to look at her but the minute her eyes met mine, she scurried off like a frightened chicken.
Of course, with Hardin in my side, none of them would dare say a thing to my face. It was almost too convenient.
My day was spent keeping a low profile, trying to blend in with my background and the mould of th
