Sloane

“Do you think she even washes her hair?”

“I doubt it. Look at her. She’s a fucking disaster.”

I close my eyes and slam my locker shut before turning to face them. “Problem?”

“Yeah, I have a problem. Could you maybe bathe once in a while?” one of the she wolves asks me, looking me over as if I'm nothing more than something disgusting she stepped in and attached to the bottom of her shoe.

“And maybe comb your hair. Like have a little respect for yourself,” ...