SANDRA
I didn’t sleep all night, not even for a second. My body was exhausted but my mind was a raging storm that refused to quiet the f**k down.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling until the darkness around me felt suffocating. My nails were dug deep into the sheets until they nearly tore. Every time I closed my eyes I saw it replaying again and again, the way Zayne Brooks kissed Millicent Sawyer in the hallway like she was the crown jewel of this goddamn school.
The gasp, the shrieks, the sound of phones buzzing as news spread like wildfire. And then the whispers, the comments, the smirks from girls who used to worship me, the ones who had the nerve to turn their eyes away from me to her.
Millicent.
Her stupid name was on every tongue now. Millicent with her casual hoodies and her
