Chapter 30
I don’t want to lift my head. I can’t let them see what they are doing to me. Philip said he’d take care of it, but he can’t control this gang of girls. He can talk to Bart and Paul, force them to leave me alone, but he can’t do that with them, or he’d be just as bad as Bart and Paul.
Her laughter makes me cringe. When she steps closer, I scoot farther down the bench until there’s no more bench left, and I’m forced to stop.
“I said look at me, skank.” She bends until her head is even with mine, and I finally look at her. “He doesn’t really like you, and you’re completely pathetic to think he does.”
“I didn’t say that, Phoebe. I never said that. I don’t want anything to do with him. You can have him.” Her blonde hair smells like hairspray, cigarettes, and perfume. Her fluores
