–Lore–
I creased my brows when Tyrona's girls told me Alyssa was crying in the bathroom with Gina.
They were laughing at her.
It stung.
Not because they were laughing — but because I knew why she was crying.
I hurt her.
Still… that was the point.
If they believed Alyssa and I were over, fractured, unstable — then controlling the board would be easy.
"It'll be easier to manage the variables now," I muttered.
The handsome Tennis Club senior walked past me, casually clicking his pen in Morse code. Subtle. Clean. Efficient.
He'd already planted a bug inside Trisha's bag — and probably her friends' too.
I wanted to pat his shoulder and say, Good job, handsome guy.
But masterminds don't clap in public.
I headed to the parking lot and waited. When Alyssa and Gina arrived, they hopped into the car. The tint was heavy — practically blackout level. No one could see inside.
"Oh, what a crybaby," I mocked lightly.
Alyssa snorted. "I did my best, okay!"
