CHAPTER 9— SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT
I looked up, confused. "What?"
"I want to see him. I want to see what he sees in you." Her eyes were like ice. "And I want him to see me. To see what he's missing by wasting his time on someone like you."
"Cassandra—"
"Don't." She raised a hand, and I flinched involuntarily. "You brought this on yourself. Now you're going to deal with the consequences."
She turned and walked back to the mirror, resuming her brushing like nothing had happened.
"Wear something decent," she said without looking at me. "I don't want to be embarrassed by association."
I stood there for a long moment, my cheek still throbbing, my heart racing.
I had made a terrible mistake.
And I had no idea how to fix it.
At eleven-thirty, we left the dormitory.
