Jessa

The first thing I heard when I walked into school was:

“She paid him to date her.”

I didn’t even realize they were talking about me at first.

We were barely through the front doors. Mariah was still complaining about how early it was, and I was still trying to wake up my brain, when a group of girls near the lockers started laughing.

“That’s so pathetic,” one of them said. “Like… imagine having to pay a popular guy to pretend to like you.”

Another voice ...