Bailey
“Any closer, you’re going to get slapped.” I speak without turning from my locker, sensing Cole’s presence behind me.
“Turn around,” he murmurs. “I’ll take the slap, Pink.”
I whirl and give it to him to so hard I gasp at the sting of my palm. He doesn’t move, just looks at me with mournful eyes.
Everyone in the hall stops moving. Stops breathing, even. All eyes are on us.
“You don’t get to call me Pink,” I tell him through tight lips. “You don’t get to call me anything.” Several lockers down I see Adriana and her cheerleader friends gathered, staring with wide eyes. Adriana wears a wicked smile. Like it’s her birthday and this scene is her present. Like she won.
Bitch.
I slam my locker shut and turn on my heel.
Cole catches my wrist to pull me back but when he sees the outra
