Sincerely yours, Viviana

Payback

"Ana dearest!"

Ana turned around in the large corridor to see her art teacher, Miss Drewberry, chasing behind her.

"Oh I'm glad that's you." The older woman stooped before Ana, slightly out of breath. "I was worried i was calling after a random student."

Ana laughed politely. "How can I help you, Miss?"

"Nothing to help me with, I just saw your painting in the studio, however."

"Oh, well it's not finished and I—"

"I wanted to commend you, Miss De Lucia." Her teacher smiled. "It really is something, I simply can't wait to see the completed piece in the Gala next week."

"Thank you, Miss Drewberry."

"Of course, dearie." The teacher smiled down at Ana, before spotting another student walking past. "Clementine! Clementine, I must ask you about your final piece! I know you saw me, Miss Cambridge! It's awfully rude to run from your teachers!"

Ana let out a small giggle as she watched her teacher chase yet another student down the hall.

The stained glass windows in the corridors and dark oak panelled walls were covered up by rows of wooden lockers for the students. Ana was walking through the upper years corridors, reaching her locker to find her padlock broken. Adora was stood there too on her way back from her English Literature class, putting her files back in her locker.

"Hey hun." Adora greeted

"Hey..." Ana muttered, focused on her locker.

Her brows furrowed as she removed the padlock from her locker, and opened the door.

Ana stepped back in surprise as floods of yellow sticky notes poured out of her locker.

"Fucking wankers." Adora spat out as she watched the scene in front of her.

Ana tried to hold back a tear as her eyes flicked though the notes.

Whore

Slut

Bitch

Fucking Italian

Go back to your country

And many others. Adora practically had steam coming out of her ears, her face was contorted with so much anger. A small crowd began to form around Ana's locker, the students whispering to each other. Ana was still frozen, her head hung as she looked at the notes at her feet, ignoring the fact that the entire inside of her locker is also covered with sticky notes.

"Get the fuck out of my way."

Adora watched as Elijah pushed through the crowd, his eyes flicking across the yellow pieces of paper. Ana stayed still as she felt Elijah's presence behind her.

Elijah felt the sudden need to reach out to her, but suppressed it, unsure of how she would react. Instead he turned around and faced the crowd.

"Who did it?" Elijah's voice was cool, too cool. "One of you fuckers must have seen something."

A small girl piped up at the back of the crowd. "I saw an upper year boy with a weird metal tool out on the lawns earlier. He had blond hair— looked like he was in a rush."

Elijah hung his head and smiled sadistically to the ground.

"Strike three."

After Elijah had left, the crowd dissipated and Ana and Adora were left on their own.

"I don't know what I did." Ana muttered, trying to ignore the shake in her voice.

Adora hugged her best friend tightly. "You didn't do anything, Ana. 'Lijah is going to find who did this. Come on, lets go to the Brew."