ASHELY’S POV
The second I walked through the front doors of school, I felt it. That shift in the air. That prickling down my spine.
I saw the stares. I heard the whispers and giggles. They were all aimed at me.
But why? Maybe I was just imagining it.
I clutched my books tighter against my chest, trying to keep my pace steady. I did my best to cact like I wasn’t bothered. But the noise was impossible to block out. I heard some of the whispers.
“Did you see the pictures?”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe she’d do that.”
“Sugar baby vibes. Makes sense, doesn’t it? that explains the makeover and how she got the money to do all that”
My stomach twisted so violently I thought I might be sick right there in the hallway. Heat crawled up my neck. I forced my chin higher. I would not crumble in f
