Fake it with me
"Not now."
"Ava, you need to see this right now."
Mia held out her phone.
It was the school's anonymous gossip account, the one that posted screenshots and commentary and occasionally video, and it had already posted about the exchange, a ten-second clip someone had filmed from the bleachers, Mason's voice clear and sharp: *You're just so afraid of being ordinary that you've made yourself impossible to be around.*
The caption read: *THE WAR CONTINUES. Round three goes to Reed??? Comment your scores.*