Sloane
When Benedict pulled me into the center of the room, I was already uncomfortable. I hate being the center of attention. Nothing good ever comes of it. And after listening to those two she-wolves call trash, I'm not exactly feeling good about myself.
Then, when he started telling everyone that I’m his competition for Valedictorian, I wasn’t sure where he was going.
But when he agreed with his mother that I’m not Luna material, I finally understood. All of this, the attention at school, the invite to the party, the dance, pulling into the middle of the room, it was all a joke to belittle me in the most public way possible. No one could ever recover from being humiliated by Benedict Winslow, V.
But the metaphorical punch to the gut that I was expecting, wasn’t the punch I received,
