Sydney
Maybe I should have just called in sick and stayed at home.
Because after practically yelling at Lakeview’s golden boy in the hallway, it took me a full twenty minutes to completely stop myself from shaking.
Actual shaking.
The kind that could be passed for a fever if Mom had seen me early enough.
But life doesn’t pause for humiliation.
I still had to open my eyes the next morning, still listen to my bed groan slightly as I got up, get dressed, and then get into the back seat of the car to get to Lakeview High.
“He can’t be nice to girls like…”
Those words clung to me like alcohol on a drunk.
Because that was the way Tyler Sinclair saw me.
An oddity in a perfect city where the elite ruled.
Still, I walked through the doors of Lakeview High, keeping my head low. Probably b
