Sydney

“Fighting on school grounds is wildly prohibited.” Maeve’s voice echoed in my head. “I mean, I’ve walked in on two seniors having sex in the greenhouse. But fighting? It’s better you drown your opponent. Fast, painless…”

I shuddered the second we walked into class and dropped onto my chair.

The teacher walked in moments later, looking furious that we’d skipped the first period to watch what he called “an atrocity in the hallway.”

But I barely registered any of what he said after that.

Because I couldn’t get the scene out of my head no matter how much I tried.

It was like it was happening over and over...