Chelsea pov
I watched the photo land exactly the way I wanted it to, tucked into a bathroom stall two periods later while Kayla's name trended quietly through the school's group chat, some version of "someone's stalking the new girl" spreading faster than I'd even needed to push it.
Good. Let them talk. Panic was useful, as long as it never pointed anywhere near me.
Vanessa found me at my locker before lunch ended, her expression tight, arms crossed.
"Did you hear about Kayla?" she asked, voice low. "Someone sent her a photo. From the cafeteria. Today."
"I heard," I said, careful to let genuine concern settle into my features. "That's terrifying."
"I know." Vanessa's brow furrowed, some old suspicion clearly still simmering beneath the surface since our coffee. "You don't think, I do
