The sound of Tahni's high-tops squeaking on the linoleum floor made me cringe before I even looked up. I knew it was her, accompanied by the strong scent of cheap perfume and a flash of neon pink. She walked through the cafeteria with Evan, wearing a fake smile that didn't reach her eyes, as if she owned the place.
Evan was with Tahni? My stomach churned with unease. He was with the girl who had made my life a living nightmare. The girl who had insulted my wig, made fun of my chemo sickness, and spread rumors that were too hurtful to even mention.
“Sloane, are you watching this?” Emory’s voice broke through my thoughts, a mix of shock and amusement in his tone. His eyes darted back and forth between the two of them and me.
“Can you believe this? Evan? Out of all people?” Noelle’s voice,
