Sienna

I stood by my locker, trying to scrub the tea stain from my white top. It was useless. The iced tea Madison had dumped over my head in the middle of the courtyard had soaked through the fabric, making it translucent. I wasn't wearing a bra; the thick cotton of the top usually provided enough cover, but now the wet fabric clung to every curve of my chest.

"Oh, look," Madison had sneered, her voice echoing in the hall while Chloe and Lexi filmed on their phones. "The quiet ones are always ...