“What is wrong with you, Tyler?”
“That’s not what I’m saying, Sydney.” His voice sounded more desperate. “Dean can’t just be nice. He can’t be nice to girls like…”
My heart dropped.
And then it hit me.
This was what he was trying to say.
I scoffed before I could stop myself, something banging hard against my chest, tears stinging at my eyelids.
“Wow,” I muttered, my eyes dropping to the floor before shifting back to his face.
‘Smack him across the face!’ my mind whispered.
But I couldn’t bring myself to hurt that pretty face.
I blinked, unblurring my eyes.
Tyler’s voice fell. “Sydney, that’s not what i—”
“It’s okay,” I cut in. “I understand.”
Meave stepped closer.
“Girls like me don’t deserve to be happy or seen as human, right?” My voice was smaller now, quivering from supp
