Alice’s POV
The article was only gaining more traction, and each day of the week felt worse than the last. The confrontations weren’t verbal anymore—now they were quieter but more humiliating.
Stickers had started appearing everywhere.
On my locker.
On my car.
Even on the lecture hall tables.
I found one pasted on the back of my own bag today. I didn’t know who did it, but I had a strong suspicion it was the girl who sat beside me in class.
When I asked her, she blinked innocently, pretending to be clueless. Maybe she was. Maybe she wasn’t.
Leah and Jane had taken to fighting back in the comments section of the blog post. They were fiercely defending me, but their responses only seemed to pour fuel on the fire. The backlash got worse.
One girl even called me a “sleazy pig.”
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