Zara’s eyes were wide. “Did you see Beckett tackle Vance?” Ginger nodded. “He totally defended your honor.” “He shouldn’t have to defend my honor!” I yelled, my voice echoing off brick walls. “He should be out, dancing, having fun, not tormented for being seen with someone like me. I told you. Merritt told me.” I gestured at my clothes. “You can put lipstick on a pig, but it—” “Stop it right there.” Beckett’s voice rang through the night air. Ignoring the other girls’ shocked expressions, he stepped right up to me, face to face. “Don’t you ever talk about yourself like that.” His voice was
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