CHAPTER TWENTY ONEHeather steps into the alley, a gleeful grin on her face. A few of her friends follow closely behind, but two of them hang back.
Smart girls, those two. They're probably afraid of what I might do.
And they should be.
Whatever this power is that's coursing through me, I can't trust or control it. If anyone wants to save themselves, they should run for the hills.
"Why did you do that?" I hiss between tight teeth. "You framed Alice."
Heather c***s an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"
I falter. No, I'm not sure. I'm just holding onto one bit of hope, desperately wanting to believe that I'm wrong and Alice hasn't turned on me.
"What do you want?" I say.
"Isn't it obvious?" Heather laughs. "I want you to go down. I want you to be the loser of Hawthorn. I want you to b
