Eva’s POV
Mr. Halvorsen’s voice scraped against my skull like rusted nails dragged down slate. He hadn’t stopped ranting since Diana bolted from class.
“That human girl… Diana. Running out like that. No respect.”
I clenched my pen tighter, forcing my jaw not to snap shut. He had no idea what he was talking about. Diana was a nerd, she enjoyed even the most boring classes. Anything that made her run out had to be serious. I knew that for sure.
Vicky’s hand rose lazily, like a cat stretching. She stood, flashing her usual plastic-sweet smile, lips curved in that too-practiced pout.
“Sir, I need to use the restroom too,” she drawled, oozing false innocence.
Halvorsen squinted, lips puckered.
“Sit down. You’re not leaving mid-lecture.”
Of course.
Abegail rose next, smug as ever in a p
