PROLOGUE

      SOME PEOPLE EXCELLED at high school. Other people...didn’t.

      Dorothea Mathis sucked so hard she made everyone else in the “didn’t” category look like rock stars.

      Fighting the urge to vomit, she entered the hallowed hallways of Strawberry Valley High, home of the mighty Stallions. Today marked the first day of her sophomore year.

      I’ll do better this go-round. No matter what. She would be strong and brave and stand up to Harlow Glass, the school bully; she wouldn’t run away. She would talk to other students at lunch, and she would make new friends; she wouldn’t hide in the band room. Somehow, she would convince everyone to use her given name rather than the nickname her family had cursed her with—Dottie.

      Or Spotty Dottie. Or Dot dot dot, followed by laughing and pointing at the freckles on her face. Or her personal favorite, Dottie the wannabe hottie.

      Today she forged a new path. I can do this!

      Oh, crap! What if I can’t do this?

      Insults she’d heard adults whisper behind their hands claimed center stage in her mind.

      Bless her heart. Her face would turn milk into sour cream.

      Poor girl. She could make a freight train take a dirt road.

      Heaven’s above. She’s probably got to sneak up on a glass of water just to get a drink.

      What did looks matter? So she was technically considered obese. So her eyes were too big for her face, and her teeth were crooked. Well, her teeth used to be crooked. The braces were definitely helping. So she had a mass of frizzy corkscrew curls and looked like the human version of a Dalmatian. So the heck what. She was a good person with a good heart. Nothing else mattered.

      I can do this, she repeated.

      Squeals of happiness rang out as kids reconnected with friends. Dorothea smiled and waved at everyone, whatever their clique, but hardly anyone acknowledged her. No biggie. Right? Improvement took time. RIGHT?

      She forced herself to trudge on, head high. If only her besties were here. Lyndie Scott and Ryanne Wade. They would build her confidence.

      You’re beautiful.

      You’re so freaking smart.

      You have the best sense of humor around.

      A few months ago, Lyndie’s dad married Ryanne’s mom. They were a real family now, sisters on paper as well as heart. This year, the lucky girls were being homeschooled. Ryanne’s mom enjoyed having her only daughter nearby, and Lyndie was so quiet and reserved she functioned better in a contained environment.

      When Dorothea had asked her mom about the possibility of being homeschooled, Carol had responded, “In order to feed and clothe you and your sister, I have to work two jobs. I can’t take on another responsibility, honey.”

      Carol owned and operated the Strawberry Inn. Unless there was a festival in town, very few guests ever stayed overnight. For extra spending money, she waitressed at the all-night diner just down the street.

      Dorothea had pouted. “You don’t understand, Momma. Without Lyndie and Ryanne, I’ll have no friends. I’ll be tormented.”

      Carol had looked at her with compassion. “I’m sorry, honey, but girls like us have to learn to be as tough as nails. It’s the only way we can find happiness.”

      Girls like us. Different? Unattractive?

      Dorothea’s attention returned to the present as the gorgeous, popular and oh, so cruel Harlow Glass stepped into her path. Two other gorgeous, popular and oh, so cruel girls flanked Harlow’s sides. Madison Clark and Charlene Burns.

      “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the ugliest girl of all?” Harlow asked.

      “Spotty Dottie,” Madison piped up.

      “The wannabe hottie.” Charlene smiled a cold smile.

      Despite the heavy thud of her heartbeat, Dorothea stood her ground. Want change? You have to be the change. “My name is Dorothea.”

      “Oh, my bad. Dorkthea.” Harlow held up a can of whipped cream as if it were a weapon of mass—

      Wait. Had the vicious brunette just called her Dorkthea?

      Dreams of a successful school year began to implode.

      Harlow sneered at her. “Are you going to cry? You look like you’re going to cry.”

      Madison and Charlene giggled.

      As Harlow sprayed a stream of whipped cream into one girl’s mouth, then the other, she said, “Look, Dorkthea, I’m not going to sugarcoat the truth because you’ll probably eat it. You are a dork. And ugly. And fat. Face it. You’re a disgusting she-creature.”

      Dorothea’s cheeks blistered with humiliation, her lungs deflating. She’d tortured herself all summer, running five miles every morning. Still she carried extra weight.

      Be strong. Be brave.

      “I won’t sugarcoat the truth, either,” she said, lifting her chin. “True beauty isn’t the size of your body but the size of your heart. Your heart is small, making you the most hideous girl I’ve ever met.”

      Sky blue eyes glittered with venom.

      Madison and Charlene huffed and puffed with indignation.

      Score! Harlow-1, Dorothea-1. All tied up.

      “Ask any boy in school to choose between the pretty girl and the nice one with a heart of gold,” Harlow grated. “Heck, ask any boy in the world! Guess who will win every—single—time.”

      Be strong. Be brave. Stand up for yourself! Easier said than done. Harlow had a way of stripping a girl of her humanity and leaving a wounded animal.

      “Who a boy chooses doesn’t matter,” Dorothea said, knowing deep down it was true. “With your own words, you proved boys can be as ignorant as you are.”

      The girl’s mouth opened and snapped closed.

      All right. Time to go. Before things got worse!

      Could they get worse?

      Yes! Dorothea took a step backward, intending to run...when she smacked into a wall. No, not a wall, but a person, she realized with a gasp. As strong