Naomi pov
I found out about Chelsea's expulsion the same way everyone else did, secondhand, through a flurry of texts and a hallway buzzing with speculation, though I already knew more of the real story than anyone whispering near the lockers.
I sat through my classes that day only half present, replaying the version of events people kept repeating, half-formed and exaggerated, none of it quite matching what I actually knew.
Chelsea Morgan. The new girl. The one who'd apparently been stalking some transfer student for weeks, culminating in some dramatic hallway breakdown that half the school had already turned into a dozen different versions of the same story.
I'd met her three weeks before she ever set foot in this building.
She'd found me online, first, at some private forum for stu
