Your Crown Has Nothing to Do with Me

On yearbook photo day, I went over and stood next to my boyfriend, Blake Whitmore.

Madison Vance, the cheer captain and sorority president, showed up late, and the crowd parted for her without being asked. A path opened straight to Blake, who stood dead center.

"What took you so long? You just turned every head in the place."

Blake smiled softly and pulled her into the spot beside him.

I was pushed out of the frame. Tyler Brooks, my friend since childhood, caught my arm.

"Claire, don't fight Madison for the spot. She's the main character today."