DEATH (Luke):
What question?
PESTILENCE (Eli):
Is Harper untouched or a technical virgin?
DEATH (Luke):
Answer
Me:
None of your business
DEATH (Luke):
Wrong answer
Fuck.
Kenz comes into the art room and takes the chair next to me.
“Are you okay?” She puts her hand on my arm and squeezes it, giving me that worried mom look. Like I’ve contracted a fatal disease—assholitis.
“No.” I hold out my phone so she can see the current conversation.
“Holy shit.” Kenz puts her hand over her heart. Then she bites her lip and looks around before saying, “Do you remember Rebecca Forester?”
“Didn’t she transfer after sophomore year?” I vaguely remember her. Rebecca was a nice and popular cheerleader. Not someone I talked to or hung out with.
“She was their pet project that year.” Kenz leans in as more people filter into the room. “She swore she was a good Christian girl and was saving herself for marriage. They tormented her that whole year until she finally gave in.”
“Why didn’t she just transfer schools earlier?” Homeschool is sounding better and better.
“They wouldn’t have let up. Once they have a pet project, they’re all in.” Kenz glances at my phone screen. “Just tell them, Harper. Maybe they’ll go easier on you if you play along.”
“Or it’ll make them ten times worse.” My phone buzzes in my hand. I sigh.
WAR (Caden):
Since it’s my question, do I get to hand out the punishment?
FAMINE (Jack):
I’m sure our girl will come through for us
DEATH (Luke):
You have five minutes
Four
Me:
Untouched
Shit. Shit. Shit. My heart is pounding. The bell rings and I glance around the room. Third period seems to at least be dick free.
