Eleanor's POV:
I didn't fill out the form. Instead, I pushed through the crowd and fled the chess club.
It was my first day at Rosewood, and I hadn't even started classes yet, but I already knew I never wanted to go back to that chess club.
From today on, every time I thought of the phrase "chess club", I would be reminded of today's scene—embarrassing, humiliating, and utterly mortifying.
"She's sixteen, and no boy has ever wanted to kiss her. She's not anyone's type!"
Queenie's words echoed in my mind. I clenched my fists, thinking of the almost-kiss between Jeffrey and me.
If only he hadn't turned his head that day. I couldn't help but complain. If he hadn't, my first kiss would have gone to the perfect boy I had a crush on, not to some scumbag I barely knew.
I wiped away my tear
