MILLICENT
The jealousy was thicker than any perfume. Girls I’d never spoken to were suddenly smiling at me, giggling, brushing my arm as they passed.
Some even stopped me, pretending to care about my weekend, about my classes, but I saw the hunger in their eyes. They wanted me to slip up, to spill secrets, to hand them pieces of the fantasy they were building in their heads.
I ignored most of them, biting back sharp retorts, because honestly, I didn’t have the energy to deal with the circus. But Fiona wasn’t “most of them.”
She cornered me near the lockers, a grin on her face so wide it made me roll my eyes before she even opened her mouth. “Well, well, well… look who’s glowing.”
“I’m not glowing,” I muttered, fumbling with my books.
“You’re glowing,” she said louder, getting close
