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Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):

I watch as Tony walks away, my heart heavy with the disgust he showed me. I can't understand why I'm feeling this way about Tony, but his look has made me feel cheap and worthless.

"Belle," Pamela returns to my side. She places her hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to lift my head. She must think I'm crying, but I'm not. I want to cry, but no tears come. I'm tired of crying, tired of the problems that keep surfacing. I'm fed up with everything, and I feel like ending it all. One single mistake of mine has brought nothing but shame.

"Belle?" She calls again.

"Did you see the way he looked at me?" I ask, raising my head to question her.

"It doesn't matter," she shakes her head.

"What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He's going to tell everyone, he won't like me anymore," I nearly yell.

She thinks for a moment before asking me, "Do you like him?"

I realize my previous statement was wrong. I'm not even sure if I like Tony, but the idea of him not botheri