Chapter 4

By the end of the day, the whole school knew.
The video had been posted—not by me, but by half a dozen people who’d stood watching.
Lila dragging my hair. Me standing up. The slap. The proof. Her confession.
It spread fast. Faster than her lies ever could.
The next morning, Lila walked into school alone. Her friends—who had laughed along and called me names—stayed away. The boyfriend didn't look at her. He walked past her like she wasn't even there.
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She sat at the very back of every class. Quiet. Head down.
I sat where I always sat. Head high.