Page 73 of What Goes Around

Idiots.

Another thread showed copies of school documents. Complaints. Reports. Disciplinary actions that… quietly vanished.

Girls’ names were blurred, but the descriptions were still there. Sexual misconduct. Assault allegations. Threats.

Dismissed. Buried. Deleted like nothing ever happened.

Payton leaned closer, her voice barely above a breath.

“Do you think this is about Tia? She transferred so suddenly… in the middle of the year.”

“…I don’t know,” I said.

But I did know one thing.

This hadn’t happened in my first life.

There had been no exposé.

No public reckoning.

No consequences.

Had my return changed something?

Had fate shifted?

I lifted my head from my phone and scanned the crowd.

That’s when I saw her.

Amy.

She stood apart from the others near the exit, books hugged against her chest. A faint smirk curved her mouth.

Our eyes met.

Slowly, she lifted two fingers in a lazy salute.

Then she turned and walked out of the building.

Payton was still reading. “Ashley… this is insane. If more girls talk, if someone presses charges—”

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

I didn’t wait for her answer.

I followed Amy outside.

Amy didn’t look like someone who had just detonated half the school.

She leaned against the brick wall like this was any other day, arms folded, eyes calm in the wreckage she’d set loose.

“You did this,” I said.

She smiled sideways. “Define this.”

“The forum. The leaks.”