I flipped my ponytail over my shoulder and turned around, feeling satisfied with myself.
"I'm sure I never will," Holden muttered behind me, but I chose to ignore him.
I used to hate Holden back then. He made a terrible first impression in kindergarten, and any interaction I had with him after wasn't pleasant. I was fine with keeping our communication to a minium, if not completely nonexistent.
However, that went right down the drain the moment that they all started to torment Otti. I was confused about it all, to be honest. I had never even seen them pay attention to Otti before seventh grade. Well, maybe Pierce, but he barely talked to her.
Still, Otti might have had trouble standing up for herself, but not me. The popular rich kids didn't scare me. I'd be damned if I didn't say some
