Payton’s POV
Everything is officially back to normal.
At least, it’s supposed to be.
“I don’t know how I feel about this,” I admit to Harley as we get ready for our first day of class in quite some time. “Going back to class like nothing happened? Doesn’t it feel… wrong?”
“I don’t think anyone is suggesting we act like nothing happened,” she tells me gently as she brushes mascara onto her lashes. Harley almost never wears makeup; I’m surprised to see her applying it now. I wonder to myself whether she cares more about what Dash thinks than she’s been letting on. “The whole school knows. The whole world knows.”
I grimace at that thought. She’s right; not only does the whole world know about the Deviant Civil War, as they call it, but they also know about me—“The Kidnapped Siren,” as th
