‘At least he wasn’t mean to you,’ my mind whispered.
Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t laugh when Tyler announces I couldn’t fit through the school door anymore.
My phone buzzed beside me.
“Girl, I just got the perfect outfit for you.” Maeve’s message read.
I groaned inwardly. She clearly wasn’t going to drop trying to push me into being at Brooklyn’s birthday party.
“I’m not going.” I typed back.
“So you think the whispers would reduce if you skip Brooklyn Prescott’s party? I mean, your sister’s party?”
I paused, staring at the message. Then I sighed.
She was right.
Because with all the excitement going on at school today, there was a high chance the gossip would be: she’s just a fat loser who couldn’t even show up for her sister’s birthday.
Than.
If the icing on Brooklyn’s cake was m
