VIOLET
Every day, I keep up the ruse of my routine. I go to class. I eat with Willow and some other girls from the dance team—ones who’ve sided with me since Paris declared war. I study in the library, watch movies on the couch at night. I dodge questions about the article, doing my best to ignore the accusing glares.
Willow eventually brought to my attention that someone had made copies of the article and posted them on a blog. Everyone wanted to know what Greyson and I were doing together, and they blamed me for the smear campaign.
How does that happen?
How do they see a single photo of us together, not even together-together, and pin the blame for his actions on me?
They can’t blame their star hockey player. Not when he’s going to help carry the team to a championship…
It doesn’t
