“Look at you,” Coach continued. “You are so fat, Cynthia. Have you been skimping on your workouts? Sneaking in too many snacks?”
I dropped one of my arms from covering my breasts, to covering my waist instead. I was exposed, vulnerable. I wished Asher was here to block me from the world… or the world from me.
He had made me feel so sexy in this same swimsuit, not but a few hours ago. Now I felt like garbage.
But he wasn’t here. I was alone, suddenly scrutinized not just by Coach’s leering gaze, but by the rest of the cheerleading squad too.
“That pudge is disgusting, Cynthia,” Coach said. “Don’t you think so, too, ladies? You, Elena…” He pointed at her. “You’ve got a hot body. Don’t you find hers gross?”
Elena glared at Coach. When her gaze slid to me, the same glare held. “Yes.”
“Ri
