Hailey’s POV
Cheerleading practice ended later than usual, and everyone was tired and sweaty, but Madison somehow still had enough energy to be annoying. I was grabbing my bag when she strutted toward me with that smirk she always wore when she was planning to cause trouble.
“Well, well,” she said loudly enough for half the squad to hear. “If it isn’t the school’s new favorite charity case.”
I rolled my eyes. “Madison, not today. I’m tired.”
“That’s not what the boys say,” she shot back quickly. “Or should I say… the men?”
Several heads turned. My stomach tightened.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Oh, come on,” Madison scoffed, tossing her hair. “Everyone is talking about how you show up in expensive cars, wear designer clothes you can’t afford,
