"Have you seen it yet?"

Emma had barely stepped out of the door of her dorm building when the other girl grabbed her arm, eyes manic.

"Seen what?" she asked, a familiar sinking feeling hitting her stomach. Whatever it was, she knew it wouldn't be good.

Sara didn't answer, just held her grip tight on Emma's wrist as she pulled her out into the biting morning air, dragging her across campus.

The sight of a crowd gathered ahead did little to calm the sick feeling of dread in Emma's gut as she followed the hundred gazes up to the side of the building. There, in red lettering, spray painted across...