POV’s Tate
Penny’s eyes flashed. “Well, Tate, I hope you find a way to get better.”
The words landed exactly where she intended them to. I drew back. “It only takes a week to get better from the flu, or have you skipped too many science classes to know that?”
Penny looked me up and down. “I know that the flu doesn’t make you lose as much weight as you clearly have.”
I clenched my jaw. I hadn’t lost that much weight. Only about five pounds, which was nothing when considering how often my weight fluctuated. This was all for show. And I wasn’t going to win because they all. Knew.
I looked at the group of girls, each of them subtly shaking their heads with pity. In their minds, my excuses were just that. Excuses. Lies.
They all knew the truth.
I opened my mouth to speak, only to find m
