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"Zoe is N-E-R-D-Y... little, little nerdy!"
The taunt cut through the hallway, loud and shrill, and I almost ignored it. Almost.
I wasn’t a saint. Hell, I was far from it. I’d thrown my fair share of insults, made people feel small just because I could. Sin came easy when you were good at it. I liked the rush of being the guy people feared, the guy who could say one thing and ruin your day.
But something about that moment stopped me.
I turned my head, and there she was—Zoe Carter. Clutching her books like they were the only thing keeping her upright, her big glasses sliding down her nose. Her cheeks burned red, but her eyes stayed steady, fixed somewhere in the distance, refusing to look at the guys circling her.
I should’ve laughed. That’s what I was supposed to do. Laugh it
