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peyton
Worst day ever.
The sophomore queen bee, Carmen Morales, had decided she hated me. It wasn’t even my fault—or choice—that stupid York had decided to shove me onto her radar in the first place by inviting her to ride with us to school in his stupid Jeep or that she ended up owning a stupid cat.
I was so completely innocent in all of this.
But sure enough, who did I hear her badmouthing as soon as I walked into the bathroom between second and third period? Me! Of course.
And who did York blame as soon as he learned she was also telling all her friends not to go to the masquerade ball with him if he asked any of them? Yeah, that would also be me.
He always blamed me.
Yet who ended up feeling guilty and miserable, even though she should be justifiably indignant about the w
