She buried her face in her knees, hating the way it hurt to breathe. “I brought cookies into class to share for Paisley’s birthday.” “That’s cool.” She shook her head. “At lunch, Mason said I was a fat Betty Crocker.” Anger moved through him. She could feel it. “He’s nothing but a jerk, Dakota. Everybody’s got their own size. Look at your brother. He’s two times the size of me. You don’t listen to people like that. Besides, my mom says you’re the prettiest girl she’s ever seen.” “Really?” Did he think that, too? “Yeah. He’s probably just jealous of you because he doesn’t get to have all the
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