Liora
Paper hit the side of my head with a satisfying thwack.
I simply raised the book a little higher above my skull, like a makeshift shield against flying insults and cafeteria napkins. Mia walked beside me, her jaw clenched, her eyes already scanning the hallway like she might chuck a binder at someone.
“Don’t,” I said, my tone flat.
“They’re throwing things at you,” she hissed.
“Yes,” I murmured, tilting my head. “I’m aware. I am, in fact, the person being pelted.”
Another paper missile zoomed by, this one barely grazing my shoulder before hitting a locker with a metallic ping.
Mia’s hands curled into fists, and I didn’t even need to look to know she was mentally lining up her targets like a sniper preparing for war.
“Seriously, Liora, you came home yesterday soaking wet and s
