/-Tamine-/
Blackridge was more of a jungle.
Not because of the sports teams or the endless hierarchy bullshit, but because people like Charlotte Hart was in it.
And now, her eyes were on me.
The whispers hadn’t died since the cafeteria showdown. Everywhere I walked I felt them, eyes peering into my back, mouths half covering their smirks. Evans declaring me “his girl” didn’t help me at all, Atlas storming in and demanding to talk didn’t help and me snapping like a lunatic definitely didn’t help.
By Monday, I wasn’t just a girl trying to survive senior year. I was gossip’s newest chew toy.
“Trash always finds its way into the spotlight,” Charlotte cooed one morning as I passed the cheerleaders’ table. Her voice was sweet, but her smile was venomous.
I ignored her. Rule number one: Do
