Raven's POV
Turns out the drama didn't wait politely for me at school.
Nope.It came looking for me right there on the bus.
So there I was—hoodie on, earphones plugged in, minding my own damn business. Not talking to anyone. Not breathing too loud. Not even making eye contact. Just existing. Which, apparently, was already too much to ask.
I heard a commotion toward the back of the bus—raised voices, laughter, that familiar sharp edge that always meant someone was about to be the entertainment for the morning. I didn't turn around. Didn't care. It had nothing to do with me, right?
Wrong.
The first paper hit my shoulder.
I frowned, glancing down. Folded. Crumpled. When I picked it up and unfolded it, my stomach dropped.
Slut.
I froze.
Another paper hit my arm.
Then another.
