CRYSTAL POV
She stepped even closer for a moment, close enough that I could smell her faint, awful perfume, before she turned on her heel and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor with crisp, confident, ignoring the students' awful words about her like the b***h she was.
The whispers around me grew louder, more excited.
"Did you hear what she called her?"
"Stray…"
"She seems like a bad leader…"
I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, lifting my chin as high as I could manage, forcing myself to keep walking down the hallway. My scalp was still stinging, my cheeks were burning, my chest felt tight with a mix of humiliation, rage, and that deep, aching emptiness that had been there since Ryan left.
Donald's earlier words echoed again in my head, mixing cruelly wit
