Hailey
Since the rumors had spread throughout the college about me, I’d been scared to walk into the building in the morning. I’d kept my head low and tried to avoid eye-contact with anyone.
Today, though, I held my head high and felt bold, confident.
I even had a tiny smirk on my face. I guess Tyler was wearing off on me in ways I hadn’t expected.
I wore my favorite outfit Tyler had bought me. It was a white button-up blouse with a grey, black, and pink plaid vest and matching skirt. I wore white stockings and black kitten heels to match.
It almost felt like I was too fancy to be at school – like I belonged at Harvard or Princeton in the 1950s.
But, at the same time, I felt clean and classy.
As I walked into the school, each group of people I passed looked
