The next morning, I tried to convince myself that yesterday had been the worst of it. People took pictures of me all the time, they bumped into me, and they whispered every time I walked by. But that apparently wasn’t the end of the torment. Shockingly, there were no crumpled papers in my locker, no vandalism on my desk after I cleaned it up yesterday, and no one was laughing. But I didn’t know that today would actually be the worst. If someone ever writes a survival guide for college, they should dedicate an entire chapter to one very important lesson and that is don’t accidentally become associated with Kingsley University’s hockey captain. I stood up and was about to open the bathroom door when I froze after hearing footsteps of people coming in. And I was sure it was a group. "Oh god..." I whispered. Even without going out to check, I recognized them immediately. I quietly locked the door. My blood ran cold. "Layla, we know you’re in there." The familiar voice said. It was h
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