Teresa's POV
I squeezed my eyes shut, but the past didn't care about my defenses.
High school hallway. The smell of industrial cleaner and cheap perfume. Lockers slamming. A group of girls, led by my former best friend, standing by my locker. Their laughter was sharp, meant to cut.
"She thinks she's so special because he talked to her."
"Whore."
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