Daisy’s POV
"Slùt?” I repeated. That was new.
Jessica smirked, folding her arms across her chest. Her perfectly curled blonde hair bounced as she shifted her weight onto one foot, her designer heels clicking against the hallway floor. "Yes, slut," she sneered. "You're the one who's been going around trying to steal everyone's boyfriends."
My hands curled into fists at my sides. "What are you talking about?” I asked, trying my best to remain calm even though I could feel the anger rising inside me.
I took so many insults in the past that I could ignore them because they weren’t exactly wrong. But what I wasn’t going to take was having somebody drag my dignity into the mud by labeling me a slut.
“Don’t play dumb,” Jessica laughed bitterly. "What are you doing throwing yourself at the q
