Something about Ava’s silence was louder than all her chaos combined.
No outbursts. No drama. No icy insults thrown across the hallways. She just… watched. Observed everything and said nothing. And that alone was enough to make people uncomfortable. Her silence wasn’t peace. It was a warning.
Raven noticed it first.
“It’s too quiet,” she whispered to me one afternoon as we sat outside the arts building. “She hasn’t posted on her socials in two days.”
“Maybe she’s embarrassed,” I suggested, even though I didn’t believe it myself.
Raven gave me a look. “Ava Greenwood doesn’t get embarrassed. She reloads.”
And she was right.
Ava didn’t cry in public or slam lockers shut. She didn’t scream at Noah or confront Raya in front of everyone. She simply vanished from the usual spotlight. But h
