The following morning, the "shaken soda can" of the previous day had finally burst, spraying its sticky, uncomfortable mess over every hallway in the school. By the time Cass stepped through the front doors, the atmosphere had shifted from buzzing to something more surgical—quiet, observant, and cold.
Lena was waiting by the lockers, her face unusually pale. She didn't lead with a joke. She didn't even have her coffee.
"Don't go into the cafeteria," Lena said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"Why? What happened?" Cass asked, her heart already beginning that familiar, heavy thud against her ribs.
"Marvin," Lena breathed. "He didn’t just rage at home last night. He went to Jacinta’s. Apparently, he’s convinced she’s the one who leaked the video of him in the cafeteria to
