Sweetest Revenge
My mind is spinning too fast.
When the bell rings, I shove my books into my bag and head straight for the library. It’s quiet, empty except for a few kids pretending to study. I grab a table in the back corner and spread out my notes.
If someone’s pulling strings, I need to trace the threads.
I flip back to the page where I taped the first note. My gaze lingers on it, the words taunting me. You’re not the only one with secrets.
I circle it, then draw arrows to possible suspects. Harper? She’s too sweet, too normal, but sweetness can be a mask. Cole? He’s cruel enough, but reckless, not precise. Lena, Jace’s sister? Maybe, but why would she target me?
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