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“Mason Sumner,” the principal called out as he exited his office. Mason promptly stood. “Yes sir,” he said as he walked toward him. They went into his office while Mr. Nichols came over to us. “Mr. Delaney will talk to you soon.” Looking relieved to be free of our drama, he walked out into the hallway just as the first bell rang. I longed to escape too, but I also desperately wanted to know what was happening inside Mr. Delaney’s office. Mason seemed “so sure that the picture wouldn’t be found. He claimed to have deleted it, but could I trust that he was telling me the truth? I was really grasping at straws to rely on his word, but I clung to the hope that he’d had a change of heart about me and decided to get rid of the picture and stop blackmailing me. The fact that he’d worn t