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Whatever the hell kind of fucked up shit was going on at this school, whatever the Princes did in thebusiness, and I resolved to keepthat didn’t concern me

Especially if it involved the four of them

It’s aet used to How adaptable humans can be to shitty situations

It’s also as, even after weeks of keeping it together, the tiniest nudge can push you right back over the edge

I pulled on my locker door so hard the entire bank of lockers rattled, and Sable, one of Adena’s best friends, turned to glare at me from a few yards down the hall

“Hey, watch it, white trash! Soet our shit here”

I clenched ave the locker door another vicious tug So closed, and all lish Lit test on Monday were inside

At least, I hoped they were

If soain, who the hell knehether my notes would still even be there, or whether they’d be intact even if they were?

My phone rang in otten to put it on silent for class, though it hardly mattered—not a lot of people called me

Frustration building inside ainst the blueher darkly painted lips

“Jesus, give it up, you freak,” she hissed “It’s not gonna fucking open”

She shoved pastme hard with her shoulder so I slaain, involuntarily this tiainst the blue door, tears I’d been holding in since I arrived at Oak Park six weeks ago burning my eyes

Why the fuck couldn’t I do one stupid, si to ruin it?

Why hadn’t they gotten bored by now? Moved on to someone else?