I pulled down the bottom of my big cream cardigan, trying to hide my shaky hands. Alainna pushed her water bottle over to me with a comforting grin. “You good, Sloane?” she asked quietly, looking back and forth between Scarlett and me.
I forced a weak smile, saying, "Just great," while taking a sip of water that did nothing to cool the anger bubbling inside me.
Scarlett was playing with her perfectly straight hair, her eyes locked on Chandler. "So, Chandler," she said sweetly, leaning in to show off a bit of her cleavage, "what are your plans after school? Maybe we could hang out, just the two of us?"
My grip on the water bottle tightened as a wave of nausea hit me. For a moment, the room spun, and the exhaustion I had been fighting all day threatened to overwhelm me.
Stetson nudged me
