My chin trembled, and I nodded. Her plaid miniskirt or my hand-me-down jeans? Her tight shirt or my oversize sweatshirt? Her money, education, and whole fucking future in front of her or my . . . nothing? I shook my head. Fuck him. I didn’t need all that stuff, and if that’s what interested Kai—appearances—then I was better off. I’d be more than all of them.
