Taylor shrugs. “We are all girls here. What, are you scared? You want to start senior year as the loner who bailed on her first sleepover?”

The threat sits heavy in my chest. I moved schools before. I know how fast the rumors spread. I pull my t-shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. My arms cross over my chest automatically.

“Good girl,” Brooke says softly. The words feel wrong coming from her.

The dares get worse after that. They make me dance awkwardly while they watch. They dare me to let Riley draw on my stomach with marker. Each time I hesitate they remind me how pathetic...