I kept walking.
At the far corner of the main building, where the path narrowed between two old stone walls, I saw them.
The twins.
Veronica and Vanessa had a girl backed against the wall. The same girl who had slipped me the note in class. She was small, glasses slipping down her nose, books clutched to her chest like a shield.
The twins loomed over her, Veronica jabbing a finger into the girl’s shoulder while Vanessa laughed, loud and mean.
“You think you can write little love notes to the Luna and get away with it?” Veronica sneered. “Pathetic.”
The girl shook her head, eyes wide with terror. “I didn’t — I swear —”
Vanessa grabbed the girl’s collar and yanked her forward. “Liar. You’re just trying to suck up. We saw you pass that paper. You’re nothing but a weak little rat, just
