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✧ ˚ ━ that meteor strike, act one

CHAPTER SEVEN — tape 4, side a

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Now

    Kenz and I are standing by her locker in the main hall, when we hear a loud bang echo from our left. I turn and see Clay talking to a girl. She was trying to get into Hannah's locker. She must be new. They're already handing her locker off? Wow, that was fast. The school really wants to lose that lawsuit. I stay put because Clay actually helped the girl, so no interference necessary. The bell rang and I had French, once again. Mack and I parted ways, she headed to the science wing, and I went upstairs. Clearly, I need to stop taking the stairs because everytime I do, someone has to stop and talk to me. "Angie? Can we talk?" Alex. Didn't see that one coming. I stopped and faced him, geez he looks like shit. Monty really did a number on him. I nod, gesturing him to go on. "What we, what I did was really fucked up. And I'm sorry. It's just these fucking tapes. And the shit happening because of them. I don't know. Clay has a right to act the way he has been. He's angry, I am too. We should have done something. If we had, she'd still be here."

    "We don't know that, Alex." I attempt to calm him down, it doesn't work.

    "Don't we? I mean that's exactly what those fucking tapes say." He huffs, sliding against the wall. I sit down next to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

    "Your face looks like shit, by the way." I tell him.

    "Thanks, it hurts like a bitch." He laughs, pretty soon I'm laughing too. "I really am sorry. I never really think about how Jeff's death affected you." He speaks honestly.

    "Yeah, I try not to think about it too. Apology accepted." I state. Soon enough, we get off the floor and go to our classes. I get scolded by my teacher for being late without a pass, but I truly couldn't care less. It sounded like Alex really needed to get that out of his system, so I'm glad I stopped. I'm also glad that he felt comfortable enough to tell me.

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Communications Class

    "Just because I don't have her skinny-ass body doesn't mean I'm fat." Julie speaks fiercely. Preach girl. Sheri stands and gives her a hug.

"Maybe, she should try a diet." I swear everytime Pratters opens his mouth, I can feel my brain cells dying. I'm sitting across from Zach and in perfect reach, so I lean over and smack him on the arm. "Jeez, moody much?" I smile sarcastically and flip him off.

"Seriously, Pratters? Jesus!" Hannah scoffs at his comment.

"I'm just saying, alright, if you're getting fat-shamed, then you know, don't be fat." He continues. Mrs. Bradley scolds him.

"Moron. What is that pea brain of yours for, if you don't ever use it?" I ask harshly.

"Wow. You know, I take that personally." He states, looking at me.

    "It was aimed personally." I reply with a smirk. He just rolls his eyes.

"Pratters, that's like someone saying to you; 'Don't be an idiot and dickwad.' Can't help it." Zach states, making Justin and I laugh.

"Exactly, thank you." Pratters says. Idiot.

"Totally not on your side, dude." Zach responds. Clearly done with Pratters and his shit. That causes Hannah to laugh and she and Zach share a look. After Hannah told me about Valentine's Day, I can't say I was surprised. Marcus Cole is a complete douche who's also a nerd that's friends with jocks, so he feels like he has something to prove. She also told me about Zach being really sweet to her afterwards. Which, doesn't shock me because despite what a lot of people think due to the people he surrounds himself with; Zach isn't a dick. He's a pretty good guy, just hangs out with pretty shitty ones. That whole 'guilty by association' thing exists and it applies to him. The bell rings and Mrs. Bradley reminds us of our compliment bags. I get that they're supposed to make us feel better, but in all honesty, I think they do more harm. I mean, what if you don't get any or if you get rude notes. I don't know. Just seems like a dangerous game to play. Justin's nearly out the door by the time he realizes, I wasn't with him.

"Evangeline, you coming?" He asks. I put my hand out, telling him to hold on, because Justin doesn't check his bag, so I have to. I check his and pull out about five notes and then look in mine.

"I feel stupid checking these." Hannah confessed.

"Yeah, me too. But something about them is addicting." I respond as Hannah pulls out a note with a cute drawing of a bunny on it. "Awe, how cute. No name? That's boring."

"Very. But that is the concept of these bags, Ang." She reminds me.

"Well, Mr. Impatient over there is getting antsy. So, I gotta go. See you later?" I question. She nods her head and I turn nearly running into Zach. "Jesus, Dempsey. We really gotta stop meeting like this." I say with a smile, going around the boy and walking towards Justin.

"Well, maybe you should watch where you're going, Monroe." He calls after me. I turn and flip him off, while walking backwards. Once, out the door I turn around and hand Justin his notes. He takes them, reluctantly. His first one is from someone telling him that he's hot and leaving their number. We both laugh at it. He passes it off to me.

"The fuck do I look like? You're garbage man?" I joke. Before crumpling up the paper and shoving it in the side pocket of my backpack. The next is a compliment on his work in the game. And the last three are from me. Yes, I leave my boyfriend notes in his compliment bag. I got a few in mine. One from Hannah, complimenting my outfit from two days prior and the second was a bunny. The same style of bunny that Hannah got. It's asking about my grade on the history exam. Clay. I smile at the drawing, before texting him a photo of it and that I got an 'A-' The last note is from Justin. I recognize his handwriting and notice that he actually signed it. "Huh. Following in my footsteps, I see."

"I figured it was only right. You leave me notes. Plus, you love cheesy shit like that." He explains. "Who knows, maybe I'm the next Fitzgerald."

"God, I hope not." I said.

"What? Why? You love 'The Great Gatsby.'" Justin inquires.

"No, I know. But he, uh, stole his wife's ideas and even plagerized her diaries. Also, when he was writing 'Gatsby,' he neglected his marriage, so she went off and fell in love with a French pilot. When she filed a request for divorce, Fitzgerald locked her in the house and wouldn't let her leave until she withdrew the request. Which ultimately led her to attempt suicide. He was controlling and narcissistic and overall a piece of shit husband. So, again, let's hope not." I tell him the story of Zelda Fitzgerald. He looks at me, very stunned.

"Why the fuck do you know all that?" He questions.

"Boredom. I get bored and just start researching random shit. Plus, like you said 'The Great Gatsby' is one of my favorite books, so I looked into the author and ended up researching his wife. I read a few biographies about her and she is quite interesting." I explain as we approach my next class. "Walk me home?" I ask. He nods his head, kissing me on the cheek and making a dash for the stairs.

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Now

    "Jensen, what's up?" I greet, sliding into the bench across from him. "Tony told me that you're on your tape? That true?"

"No, I thought I was, but I'm on his." He states, gesturing at the popular table. More specifically, gesturing towards Zach.

"Ah, good ole' Dempsey. What do you plan on doing to him in your 'Batman' reign of vengeance?" I ask, teasingly.

"Don't know yet. Haven't entirely heard what he's done. It can't be that bad, not if you still talk to him." I give him a confused look. "Well, I found out that Sheri's on the tapes and I've just noticed that the two of you are no longer friends, so I guess, I just thought it might have something to do with what's on her tape." He further explains.

"Oh, well, yeah. It does." I retorted. I didn't go into detail, he'd find out soon enough.

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Aftermath of Valentine's Day

    I enter the cafeteria with Sage and stand with her in the 'hot lunch' line. "I can't believe you never eat. Don't you get hungry? Ever?" She asks, concerningly.

    "I do eat, just not at school and if I do, it's like snacks and not during lunch. It's usually in Mrs. Fallon's class. She has a secret candy drawer and snacks in one of her cabinets. Don't tell anyone I told you that." I explain. "If you want something from her candy drawer, just go to her and ask for a band aid. It's the code we came up with." I look around, while she places things on her tray, and notice Zach talking to Hannah. Oh boy. She doesn't look too pleased. And not too long after that she's telling him to leave her alone, very loudly. Yikes. He got ignored last night, he should have given it a few days. She needs more time to reel from Marcus being a complete jackass. Sage and I share a look before heading to her table. "Are you okay?" I ask, while taking a seat across from her.

    "Totally. These assholes are never gonna get the hint. Just because they think I'm easy, doesn't mean it's true." She complains.

    "I'm sure that wasn't what Zach meant." Sage tried to argue.

    "Yeah, he can be kind of dense, so he probably said the wrong thing, but I'm sure he meant well. He's-" Hannah interjects.

"He's what? Sweet? Yeah, I've heard that before. God, Angie, when the hell are you gonna stop defending guys like him? Do you have to be groped in the halls daily or have a photo of you sent around school for you to finally wake the fuck up? And the fact that you're dating one of them, shit. You really have no idea what it's like. Little Miss Sunshine, gets to live in a world where everyone's sweet and kind simply because she's never been labeled a slut. Well, good for fucking you." She berated, rather loudly. All eyes were on us. I was taken aback by her comments. I didn't get a chance to respond because she gathered her stuff and stormed off. Sage placed her hand on my shoulder, but I just sat there silently. If I speak, I know my voice would fail me and only tears would express how deeply her words cut. A few minutes had passed and by now everyone else had gotten over the outburst and returned to their conversations. Justin got up and found his way to our table, sitting where Hannah sat, just moments ago. Sage got up and tossed her tray, then came back and grabbed both of our bags. My mind has been racing over what Hannah said. I keep trying to remind myself that she doesn't know. She doesn't know. She just doesn't know. It doesn't help much. Sage took my arm, signaling for me to get up. I do and Justin follows my actions. Neither of them is trying to get me to talk. They know I hate crying in front of people, so they just walk with me out to the courtyard and all the way down to the bleachers of the football field. Once there I release a breath, I wasn't aware i was holding and the tears begin to fall.

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Now

    As I'm walking into the girls locker room, I'm grabbed by an unknown person. They have their hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I'm pulled into a back corner, away from everyone and everything, then released. I whip around to see who the hell I'm killing and it's fucking Justin. "What. the. FUCK!" I yell, shoving him.

    "Shh. We haven't talked since the other night and I just wanted to know if you were okay. Oh, and did Jess tell you that she dumped me?" He asked.

    "I'm fine. Just having a small heart attack after that." I snap. "And no, she didn't say anything about it."

    "I figured she would. Anyways, I feel like saying sorry, just doesn't cut it anymore, but I'm not quite sure how else to word it. I fucked up. And I keep fucking up. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I am willing to do anything I can to make it up to you." He rants.

    "You're right. It doesn't cut it. You've used that word so much, it's lost its meaning." I muttered. Pushing past him and slamming the locker room door open, stepping inside. The squad gets ready and heads into the gym, starting to stretch as the basketball team warms up. About an hour later, Liberty High students and parents are flooding the gymnasium and unsurprisingly no Jess. She's gonna get kicked off the team if she doesn't get her shit together. When the gym is set up and full of people, Jessica is still MIA. Coach asks Sheri where she is and Sheri tells her that Jess texted her and got stuck babysitting her brothers and couldn't leave until her mom came back. Coach says that we can't wait for her and gets us lined up. Jensen is here, which is odd and he delays the tip off by standing absentmindedly on the court. This caused just about everyone to get annoyed and start yelling at him, until he comes back to reality and moves. Sheri goes to talk to him and he brushes her off. I'll spare you the boring details of cheering on the sidelines. Just know, we chanted, we waved our pom poms, and put up a stunt or two.

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Compliment Bags

    Sitting in communications class once again and just as the bell is about to ring, Mrs. Bradley informs us of a class discussion bag that we'll open every Friday. Justin waits by the door, as I check my compliment bag. I grab the four that were in there, one being a campaign flyer from Courtney, typical. Then, I talked to Hannah for a bit. "I like that you aren't drowning in compliments. Makes me feel better about only getting a cartoon bunny, a note from you, and a flyer." She admits.

    "I'd feel uncomfortable with multiple compliments. I usually get the same people in my bag, which is nice. Justin, you, and some anonymous artist. Justin gets gross advances from random girls and some from me, every once and a while he'll get one about his work in the game. You at least know that you've got a secret admirer, one who always comes back, which means that they really like you." I explain, with a smirk on my face.

    "I guess, but they could just be doing it to be nice and there's no name." She argues.

    "Ah, hence the term, 'secret admirer.' I gotta go, but I'll catch you later Miss Hannah Banana." I give her a small hug and rush out, sure to grab the notes from Justin's bag as I pass it.

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Now

The ball goes into the crowd and Clay grabs it, the entire game pauses, as he stands to return the object, he stops. He just stands there, staring at the players, more specifically at Zach. Tyler removes the ball from Clay's grasp and tosses it back onto the court. When the first quarter is almost over, Jessica finally shows. Coach tells her that she's out of the game and gives her a warning about getting removed from the team if she keeps missing practices. Once she notices that I'm listening, she tells me the same. The only difference is that I've shown up a lot more than Jess, which is why I'm allowed to stay tonight. Honestly, I think I'm ready to quit. I love the sport and have since I was a kid, but it's starting to feel like a chore. Time to leave it behind me and focus on schoolwork and look into a job. I'll wait until our weekend practice to mention it, Coach is usually in a brighter mood. The game begins, Jess joins Bryce and his goonsquad in the stands, where they pass around a flask. "Well, that was strange." Kenzie states, as we all get a water break.

    "Yeah, but I'd have to say that Clay standing on the court at the beginning of the game was much, much weirder. Even for Clay." I reply with a laugh. Taking a swig from my water bottle, as Sage approaches grabbing her bottle and doing the same.

    "Hey, so when does your dad get back?" Sage questions. I shrug and mention how last we saw of him, he was headed out to the Maldives and then piloting around Europe for a while. He picks up a lot of extra shifts and has kept himself out of the house as much as possible since our mom died when we were eight. The second Abbie and I were twelve, he was leaving for even longer periods of time. We knew how to take care of ourselves, always have, but it would've been nice to see him more often. We're well past that now and we'll both be out of the house in about a year and a half. We always have a lot of spending money due to how much he works, the little notification from our bank apps telling us that there was a deposit made, it's nice to know he thinks about us. He never moved on, it's sad. He deserves to be happy, I just wish that he felt the same. Alright, enough of the sappy backstory, this basketball game is disastrous. Not for the team, they're winning, but everything else just seems off. Zach is killing it tonight. Soon enough, Clay is doing something else extremely concerning. He rushes onto the court, yelling and telling everyone to stop the game. Then he runs out of the building and everything resumes. It's not even half-time yet and it's probably the most memorable game of the season. Hell, maybe the most memorable of my high school career. Once the game ends, Zach texts and asks me to wait for him by his car, because he wanted to talk about Clay. I agreed and finished changing, before grabbing my things, saying my goodbyes and heading out to the parking lot. As I was approaching Zach's car, I noticed something written, sorry, scratched onto the side of it. 'Why me?' in all caps. Fucking with someones car? That's just something you don't do. Damn. Zach is gonna be pissed. Actually, his mom is gonna be pissed. I swear that woman is fucking terrifying. I've got my phone flashlight on and I'm inspecting the damage more closely, just as the school doors slam open and half the team exits loudly. "Yo, Ang! What are you doing? You drop something?" Zach shouts, while I slowly stand and move to the side so he can see the damage. "What the fuck. Who the hell did this?" He rushes over to examine the car himself. Justin follows not too far behind like a lost puppy. While Zach stares at his car and grumbles about his mom and how much it'll cost to fix. I pick up my bag from the ground and start to back away from the pair.

    "I'll just catch you tomorrow, 'kay Zach? I didn't see anyone, but I'm sure we can all guess who did it." I say. They both agree and say bye. I begin to walk towards my car, but turn on my heel. "Good luck with your mom." I yell with a laugh. And with that I'm getting in my car and heading home.

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Class Discussion Bag

    "Okay, it's time to look at our anonymous 'Class Discussion' bag." Mrs. Bradley states from the front of the room. She reads the first one about her having nice ankles, which causes the class to erupt in laughter. She goes on to say that she's flattered, but how it's an inappropriate comment. "Moving on, 'what if the only way not to feel bad, is to stop feeling anything at all, forever?' Wow. Okay, um, this is serious. This is someone who's in a great deal of pain. Who would like to open our discussion?" She asks. No one really says anything for a moment, we all just look around at one another. Courtney is the first one to open her mouth and of course, it's something completely fucking ridiculous.

    "I think whoever wrote this is just looking for attention." Wow. If they're looking for attention, they'd sign their name. She sounds like the people who say that kids who kill themselves, do it for attention. How stupid do you have to be to believe that? Why would a dead person give a shit about the attention it gets them; they're dead! It's fucking bullshit.

    "Or maybe it's, like, a cry for help." Sheri suggests. See, that is why she's a great person.

    "But then, why not sign their name?" Courtney with a stupid fucking question. Seriously, how is this girl an honor student that is "liked" by everyone? I don't get it.

    "Because it's anonymous." Pratters reminds. Huh, for once he says something that suggests he has some form of common sense. I'm beginning to fume in my seat. I wouldn't be surprised if smoke were coming out of my ears. This is a topic that teenagers should understand, but some just don't.

    "Maybe it's just a joke, like someone's just fucking- sorry. Messing with us. Something." Justin jumps in and my eyes roll so far that they almost get stuck. I opened my mouth to join the conversation and offer an intellectual response, but Skye beat me to it.

    "That's idiotic. It's not a joke." She states.

    "How do you know, Skye?" Pratters asks.

    "Because who would joke about that?" She offers.

    "Why don't you tell us, Skye. You see what it was written on? Don't you work at Monet's?" Pratters pushes the subject.

    "So? I don't have a monopoly over the napkins there, asshole." Skye fires back.

    "Okay, okay, let's not call people out, all right?" Mrs. Bradley steps in.

"Whoever wrote it was in pain." Skye says somberly.

    "So what? They're in pain, I'm in pain. High school's painful. Get over it." Pratters, once again with a moronic comment.

    "Some people can't just get over it. God, Pratters you're such a fucking idiot sometimes. No one deals with shit the same way and not everyone goes through the same shit, especially when it comes to high school." I snap, causing everyone to look at me. "You know, if you got shot right in the shoulder, would you want someone to tell you to just get over it?" I question, angrily.

    "That's not the same thing-" Pratters tries to argue, but I interject.

    "You're right. It's not. Emotional pain is a lot worse. It does a lot more damage and lasts longer. High school sucks. For everyone. But for some people, especially girls, it sucks so much more. So, stop fucking talking before I stab you with my pencil." I finished. Everyone is probably going to think that I wrote the note. Whatever. They can think what they want, it doesn't bother me.

    "Okay, enough. I think it was very brave of this person to tell us how they're feeling, and I want them to know that they are not alone.there are lots of excellent resources for people struggling..." Mrs. Bradley continues, but I just tune her out. I can feel Justin's eyes burning a hole in the right side of my head, but I just keep staring at my paper, doodling. The bell sounds, I shove my notebook in my back and make a beeline for the door. Justin is hot on my tail.

    "Did you write it? The note? If so, I'm sorry to have come off like an insensitive dick, but some people do say shit like that to fuck with others." Justin questions, following me to the library.

    "It wasn't mine, J. I just hate that people like Pratters think that they can say something like that and get away with it. Whoever did write that note, was in that room and dismissing their emotions as an overreaction or as a universal feeling, isn't fair. People saying those things is exactly why so many people suffer in silence. They're afraid to ask for help and I'm sure that discussion today didn't help." I rant, while we entered the library and headed for my usual table. I drop my bag on the table and a loud thud echoes through the building. Jeff jumps slightly, due to the noise. "I just fucking hate high schoolers." I huff and slide into my seat.

    "Aw, thanks Foley for delivering her here in such a happy mood."Jeff says sarcastically, Justin and I both flip him off. Justin gives me a kiss, says bye to Jeff and goes to class. "What the hell got you so fired up?" I explain the entire situation to him, about half-way through Clay sat down and they both listen to me go on. "Pratters is an idiot." Jeff states.

    "I didn't realize that conversation really got to you." Clay mentions. "Understandable, I mean, anything that anyone said other than you, Sheri, and Skye, was really, what was that word you love? Dense?" He teases. Jeff and I laugh slightly and then we're all off to working on our assignments.

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    It's early on Thursday morning, Abbie and I are watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother and eating cereal, when there's a knock at the door. We look at each other before making fists and playing 'rock, paper, scissors.' I win and she gets up and answers the door. "Would you look at that, it's for you." She states. "I'm gonna finish my breakfast in my room." She runs up the stairs, careful not to spill her Reese's Puffs. I place my bowl on the coffee table and walk to the door. Clearly, I need to move. Justin is standing on my front porch, again.

    "So, are you just gonna stand there all day or are you gonna come inside?" I inquire. He steps in and closes the door behind him. "What do you want? It's too early to listen to you complain about Clay and his bullshit. So, if that's what you're here to do-"

    "It's not." He says, placing his hands in his front pockets. "The way we left things last night was weird. I just- I don't know. At Halloween, it seemed like things were finally looking up for us, so what the fuck happened?"

    "You tell me. I told you to figure out things with Jess and you didn't. You iced me out and it took Jess breaking up with you, for things to get on track. Plus, you pissed me off. I didn't want people knowing that I have a copy of Hannah's tapes because I'm trying to stay out of the drama. I can't get sucked into your little group of liars. Yet, all you seem to do is drag me down with you." I argue.

    "Unfortunately, Evangeline, you are in this. Whether you want it or not. Hannah gave you the tapes meaning you now have to deal with the same shit we do. The only difference is, you don't have to worry about them fucking up your life." He snaps. "We're all in this together. Hannah made sure of that. You claim that Jessica is living in denial, but for fucks sake take a look in the fucking mirror. You're the one in denial. Hannah and Jeff are dead. The tapes and everyone on them, are your problem. And Tony's." Justin truly called me out. I stood there, dumbfounded. I couldn't argue, I was stupid to think that I could stay out of this. The mess Hannah created when she sent out those tapes, is a mess I have to live with, and clean up. I move to sit on the couch, picking up my bowl, and unmuting the tv.

    "There's cereal in the kitchen. Grab a bowl, if you're hungry." I offer, my eyes trained on the screen. He disappears for a moment, returning with a bowl of cereal and taking a seat next to me on the couch. We don't talk, we just watch the show. Once we've both finished our breakfast, I stand and Justin takes my bowl, telling me to go get ready for school. I get dressed quickly, leaving on the same pair of sweatpants I wore last night and tossing on a tank and a zip up over it. I throw on some sneakers, remove my phone from the charger, and grab my bag and keys off my desk. I get downstairs to see Abbie and Justin having a heated debate about who Robin should have ended up with at the end of HIMYM. I smile to myself, as it reminds me of when she was holding him hostage as her stylist for Valentine's Day last year. "Abs, you need a ride or are you driving?" I make my presence known. She tells me that she's gonna drive. Justin and I leave and stop at Monet's for my daily morning coffee.

    "You know, I've only been in here like twice." Justin admits.

    "Somehow that doesn't surprise me." I say with a laugh, grabbing my to-go cup. As I'm driving to Liberty High, I decide to find out what the fuck is happening here. "Alight, we need to figure this shit out because right now it's confusing and exhausting." I sigh.

    "What's there to figure out? I mean, I still have feelings for you and you for me, so we get back together. Problem solved." Justin explains.

    "Right. So, we're together then? Boyfriend, girlfriend. Exclusive." I press the matter, to be sure that it's what he wants.

    "Yep. You're all mine." He says with a smile, leaning over to kiss my cheek. We arrived at school and headed to our lockers. Justin finishes at his faster than I do, granted I got sidetracked with Kenzie, questioning me on the homework for History. I didn't know we had any, so she went to find Sage and ask her about it. Justin leaned against the locker next to mine and patiently waited for me to locate my French book. "Got it?" I smile and nod my head. "Ugh, finally." He huffs, dramatically. We begin to walk down the hall and Clay passes; greeting us both.

"Okay, what drug is he on? He is way too happy. Especially considering his moods as of late." I lean over, whispering to Justin, concerningly. Justin just shrugs and we both choose to brush it off. The first two periods pass slowly and I plan on stealing Justin and ditching the rest of the day. I walk down the hall with Sage going on about something Clay said in Mrs. Bradley's class earlier, that I happened to miss. I guess I wasn't really paying attention, I had earbuds in throughout most of the class. I spot Justin and Zach standing by the lockers closest to the exit. Sage and I pick up our pace, I invited her to ditch, thinking I could rope Zach, Kenzie, and Abbie in as well. Clay and Courtney approached the pair with a group of what looks like new students. I slow my speed slightly. As we get within earshot, Justin asks Clay what he's doing.

"Clay, come on." Courtney pleads.

    "You see all these, 'don't kill yourself' posters up on the wall? They weren't up there before. They put them up because she killed herself. And why did she do it? Because the kids here treated her like shit!" He shouts, causing me to jump slightly.

    "Jensen, that's enough." Justin demands, but Clay is too far gone.

    "But no one wants to admit it, so they paint over the bathrooms and put up a memorial, because that's the kind of school this is. Everyone is just so nice, until they drive you to kill yourself. And sooner or later, the truth will come out." He continues, surveying all of us. "It's gonna come out. Right, Tony? Right? You know the truth." His gaze landing on Tony, who just joined the rest of us. Mr. Porter interjects and takes Clay to his office, while telling the rest of us to go to class. But not before Clay got one last thing in. "Welcome to Liberty High." He says with a sinister smile. The eight of us are left standing there.

    "Okay. New game." Justin states loudly for Clay to hear.

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i wasn't entirely sure which day the basketball game was on, but from the fact that they had school the next day, it wasn't on friday lol. my school has them on wednesday's, so i just went with that.