Claire's POV:
My father insisted that Rosewood Private High School was the best high school, so he enrolled me here. But it turned out to be complete nonsense! The girls at Rosewood wore masks, pretending to be friendly while mocking my accent behind my back.
I admit my accent is different, but it reflects my hometown far south of Rosewood.
I thought their covert mockery was the limit of their exclusion, but unexpectedly, while walking under some trees, they dragged me into a secluded corner.
"What do you want?" I scoffed. "Here to mock me, or did you fall in love with my voice?"
Grey's jaw nearly dropped. "Lott, I saw you giving me the finger in literature class."
"Oh, is that what you meant?" I raised my middle finger directly in front of her. "You wanted to see it? Here you go."
