I glanced up across the space to see Shay talking to some band geek or something. She was always doing that kind of shit—talking to people in all social classes. People didn’t just love her; they love loved her. Shay was Jackson High’s royalty, but not the bitchy, asshole kind like Monica and me. People liked Monica and me because we scared them. People loved Shay because she was…Shay, the Princess Diana of high school.
