Sydney

By Monday, I thought everything would have settled down.

That whatever excitement Brooklyn’s party had stirred would be gone, and everyone would go back to pretending they liked being at school.

But at Lakeview high, when one thing dies, they always find another very quickly to fill in that space.

And the moment I walked through the doors, I realized I was part of the new one.

At first, I thought someone had seen me and Dean at the café on Saturday.

I tried to ignore it, telling myself nothing had happened and nothing ever would.

But then my stupid ears picked up the whispers on their own.

“You...