Chapter 8 “ I Know Elise”

• Isabella’s voice cuts across the parking lot. She is scowling at me, holding her paper bag of groceries close to her chest. “Isabella, it’s not what you-”
• “Oh, don’t try to manipulate me, Whore. I knew you were a slut the first time I saw you.” She fishes in her back pocket, drawing out her phone. “You think you can just parade around here with your multiple, and no one will tell Alston? Well, not on my watch!”
• Isabela had always had a major crush on Alston, and despite his constant dismissal or polite rejection of her affection, she wouldn’t move on. She has always hated me. She envied me.