Class started, but Raven sat stiff beside me, barely blinking. Her books were open, but her eyes weren’t reading. I could tell she was fighting it—trying to push Noah and the video and Ellen out of her mind. But she couldn’t. Neither could I.
We thought the worst was behind us.
That the filth we saw earlier was something we could bury. Something only we knew.
But something was brewing. A storm that hadn’t even begun yet.
And by the time it hit, nothing in this school would stay the same.
Not reputations.
Not friendships.
Not even the truth.
A while later, it was lunchtime.
We made our way to the cafeteria—a wide, echoing hall with long metal tables stretching across its tiled floor. The walls were painted a soft beige, though time had faded most of the corners. The aroma of mash p
