The wild wind hit the gates of Mchalmmond High School, bringing a storm of resentment as Elsie arrived. She was raging with black colors from her eyebrows, lips, outfit, and pointed stilettos. Elsie marched, ignoring the stares of the students mocking her. She clenched her fists, pretending not to hear their judgment.

“Poor thing. Stan rejected her. She must have cried last night.”

“She shouldn’t have dreamed of being with him.”

“What made her think she has a chance?”

“Look at her. What an idiot.”

The girls giggled.

“Hey. You’ve become famous,” Cade said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

Elsie didn’t respond. She stayed deadpan.

“So you...