Spying on Yana was not as fun as hanging out with Yana used to be, so Violet started spending all her time in the library. She did need to study as finals were hanging over her head, and her grades had slipped while she was a mini. But it was mostly delaying or avoiding spying. If she was studying, that was a valuable use of her time and nobody could say she was slowing off.
"You are slowing off," said Carl Johnson, sitting down opposite her at her table in the library. His hair was getting longer, Violet noticed. It had started to curl a little around the nape of his neck, where it brushed against the collar of his school blazer. Not that she cared about him or his hair.
"Go away," Violet told him. "I am studying, and I don't want to be seen with you. Whenever you acknowledge me in publ
