Everyone knew what happened the next day at school. I had no idea how, but the news was out: Mason and Logan torched the mannequins. The truth got stretched to the whole clothing store, and by the end of the day everyone was whispering that they were going to get arrested. Apparently, Natalie’s aunt died in the blaze. Poor Natalie. Or that was what I heard a freshman telling her friend as they passed us, heading towards the bus lot.
Heather heard them too and laughed, shaking her head. “They’re idiots.”
Putting my last book into my locker, I took a few others out and stuffed them inside my bag. “I was an i***t, too. By the time I was a freshman, my boyfriend had already been cheating on me for a year.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Were they already sleeping together? Or were they just making
