PASTSELENE’S POV:I had been at Crescent High for four weeks, and it took me exactly four minutes to figure out the pecking order.It was laughably predictable. It was like someone had copied and pasted the most generic high school cartoons into a single building.First, we had the nerds. Textbook definition of them. Always with a book cracked open in front of them, thick glasses sliding down their noses. They weren’t here to climb any social ladders. They just wanted to survive the system, make it to college, and never look back. In a way, I could’ve fit in with them. But they took one look at me and decided I was the enemy. The reason? I couldn’t understand even if I tried. And I didn’t try. Not really. Next, we had the theater kids and the art freaks—too loud, too dramatic, and always so obnoxiously dressed it made my eyes hurt if I looked at them too long. But at least they had their own strange, glittery little world, and they were thriving in it.The jocks, of course, were ea
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