I didn’t have long before I started feeling some of the repercussions. Jennica glared at me when I left first period. Grant and Samuel glared too. They cast a glance at the girls to make sure they had noticed. When they were positive they’d been noticed, they dropped the glares and went back to their conversation.
When I walked up to my locker before my last class, a girl was writing ‘w***e’ in permanent maker.
I grabbed the pen from her hand and threw it. “Fetch.”
She started to retort, but I opened my locker, grabbed my book, and left before she got one word out.
I felt attention everywhere I went. People were watching me. I wasn’t dumb. I knew they were going to wait and see what happened, but when I got to my last class, I stopped in the doorway and wanted to groan. I always though
