Misadventures of a Valedictorian (Misadventures, #7)

by M.F. Wild

As I finished dressing, I felt her gaze hot on me.

Wasn't he only wearing a towel when they came into the coach's office? Where did he get his clothes?

Their gleeful celebration was just another painful reminder of how I never quite fit in at this school.

When I exhaled, I imagined exhaling the old Clare. The one who never felt good enough. The one who woke up every morning wondering if Eric had texted her, like he was the only thing in life that mattered. Pathetic.