CHAPTER 34
NATALIA
I walked down the hallway with Tiffany and Cherry after class. The whispers quieted when I strolled by. But it was different this time.
The atmosphere was darker, heavier. There was no respect in the eyes of my classmates as I caught their attention.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Cherry frowned. “They know.”
“About Bryce’s death.” I said sadly.
“No,” Tiffany’s gazed at me and quietly corrected. “About the rape.”
I gasped. My ears perked up as bits and pieces of conversations floated my way.
Slut.
Whore.
She probably asked for it.
You can’t r**e someone that deserves it.
I was shocked by the conversations. My ego deflated at the blatant animosity.
“Who told?”
“Sinnamon.” Cherry informed me.
I seethed and stomped up to the girl with the long brown hair and sm
