CLARISSA’S POV
I walk to school with a smile on my face. The morning sun feels warm on my skin. The crisp air makes me feel fresh and energized. I even twirl when I get to the entrance. But as soon as I step into the school hallway, my heart tightens. I see Jemma and Zaya by their lockers, and while Zaya's face lights up with excitement the moment she sees me, Jemma’s expression is unreadable—cold, even.
"Clarissa!" Zaya exclaims, practically bouncing as she rushes toward me. "Oh my God, last night was insane! The drama, the yelling, the tears—ugh, I swear it was like a movie. I hate Janine. I’m gonna put spiders in her locker for what she said to you"
I barely hear her because my attention is locked onto Jemma. She’s standing there with her jaw tight. I hesitate for only a second befor
