By Monday morning, the weight of the weekend still lingered in my chest, but it wasn’t the familiar ache of humiliation. No, this time it was anticipation. Savannah had been quiet since Friday, her green eyes watching me from across the hall with an unreadable expression. I knew that silence was never a good sign. It meant she was plotting. And I intended to stay one step ahead.I moved through the crowded hallway, my backpack snug against my shoulders, scanning for her minions, for anyone who might throw me off my game before it even began. My pulse thumped—not with fear, but with a growing excitement. I was done being cornered, done being the girl everyone assumed they could push around.“Hey, Quinn,” a voice called from down the hall. I glanced up, and there was Savannah, leaning casually against the lockers, her hair gleaming under the fluorescent lights, a smile playing on her lips that promised trouble.I kept walking, head high, as if she were just another background figure. But
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