Chelsea pov
I watched Naomi's car pull out of the driveway through the front window, my reflection ghosting faintly over the glass, and felt something cold and calculating slide into place beneath the panic I'd let her see minutes ago.
She was going to talk. Tomorrow morning, first thing, straight to the principal, ruining whatever fragile chance I still had of controlling how this ended.
I couldn't let that happen. Not yet. Not until I'd figured out my next move.
I pulled out my phone before I'd even fully thought it through, scrolling to her contact, my thumb hovering over the call button.
I dialed instead of texting. Texts were too easy to ignore, too easy to screenshot and hand over as evidence.
She picked up on the third ring, her voice guarded. "Chelsea, I don't think we should
