“You can be a real stone cold bitch, Maisie Anderson.”
Poppy’s voice cut through the fog of Maisie’s mind, the words laced with a venom that only the Queen of Fairfield herself could muster. If anyone was a stone cold bitch, it was her. But Maisie didn’t have the heart--or the nerve--to say so.
And why? Where had these cruel words come from?
Even as a sophomore, Poppy Andrews had been terrifying. Even as a sophomore, she had rattled the blonde cheerleader-wannabe to the bone. Even when all Maisie had done was call another girl fat--
--because Poppy had asked her to.
Because maybe if Maisie did what Poppy said, then she would change her mind and let her join the team. Because as a freshman, in all her blonde glory, nothing mattered more to her than the power that came with a set of pom poms.
And so, in response, all she could do was look up at the blonde and shrug.