LENA’S POV "Didn't I tell you not to come in?" A tense, agitated male voice came through the video. "You're a student, for crying out loud. You're going to get me fired. Do you have any idea what could happen if—"Nicole slapped a hand over my mouth before I could react, loudly whispering, "Shut up! The video's started!"I nodded frantically against her palm, my eyes glued to the laptop screen.The footage was shaky and disorienting at first. It looked like whoever was recording had the phone or camera hidden in a bag or pocket, because the screen kept flashing with different colored lights and distorted images I couldn't make out. Weird colours blurred together, while shapes moved in and out of focus. And then everything went pitch black.But the voices were still coming through crystal clear."I'm not just some ditzy high school girl, you know. I’m Allison, queen of Westbrook High." Allison's voice cut through the darkness, full of pride and rage.She huffed, tapping one heel impa
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