Becky slammed her bedroom door so hard the framed photos on her wall rattled. She was still seething from lunch — watching Claire walk through the cafeteria with Xander’s arm around her shoulders, the entire school whispering about how “perfect” they looked together. It made her want to scream.
She threw herself onto her bed and grabbed her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as she logged into the anonymous account she had created weeks ago. The mysterious user who shared her hatred for Claire had become her only real ally in this nightmare. At first, their messages had been vague — sharing rumors, laughing at Claire’s discomfort. But after the handball incident and Alissa’s terrifying warning, Becky was done playing small.
She typed quickly, heart pounding with humiliation and o
