The Campus King's Lullaby
Language: en
My voice, naturally high and soft—what everyone called a "baby voice"—was apparently a crime. The campus queen, Delilah, didn't just call it "fake" or "putting on an act"; she weaponized it, using it to freeze me out. I ran to Lucas, my best friend since kindergarten, crying until my face was blotchy. He didn’t rush to my side. He simply lifted his chin, glanced past me toward Delilah, and the distance between us stretched out, cold and immediate. “Delilah isn’t wrong, Avery,” he said, his voice flat. “Maybe you should stop asking me out for a while.” I froze, staring at him, the tears…