Walking back into school felt harder than walking into Raze’s warehouse had, and that realization stayed lodged under my skin while people stared every time I moved through the halls.
Nobody looked at me the same anymore.
Some of them looked nervous while others looked fascinated and both reactions irritated me equally because neither of them actually saw me anymore.
They saw rumors and blood and the biker girl who disappeared for days before coming back colder.
The second I stepped through the front doors conversations dropped lower around me and whispers followed immediately after.
“That’s her.”
“She looks different.”
“My brother said she was involved in that shooting.”
“No way.”
“I swear.”
I kept walking while my bag hung off one shoulder and my headphones rested aroun
