Chapter 8The next morning, I walk by Melanie’s office. She’s already at her desk, staring at her phone.
“Hey,” I say.
She looks up from her phone.
“Oh, hey!” she says, a smile spreading across her face.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, leaning on the doorway. “You look a little…”
“Oh,” she sighs. “Yeah. I’m okay. You know who the Riot Dykes are?”
My heart leaps into my throat. I take a deep breath.
“Oh, yeah,” I reply, hoping that I sound casual enough. “Sort of. They hang out at Meow Mix, I think.”
Melanie shakes her head in exasperation, motioning for me to come in and close the door. I do, and sit down opposite her, looking at her over the vast desk. Her eyes cloud with worry.
“I just…a couple of the Riot Dykes did something stupid last night.”
“What?!” I exclaim. “Is everything…d
