Carl dropped her arm and moved away from her, vanishing before she could even react. When she looked around, a small crowd had gathered, watching the exchange. It would not require a genius to figure out how it had looked to them, from their whispers and gestures. A few people had their phones out taking photos and Clover David and Amber Stone were watching with looks of horror on their faces. Amber drew a finger across her throat as if to say that Violet was dead meat. As if Carl Johnson was such a sweet prize.
Losers, Violet thought.
She had better things to do than to worry about them, anyway. Her family called her every week at exactly eight in the evening, and Violet did not want to be late for the call. She would talk to them every day if she could. It was a nice reminder that th
