Falling All Over Again

6.0 | poor girl

WE'RE SITTING IN renspo again on a Friday lunchtime around the meeting table. Three days have passed since Noah and I's little fight, and nothing has really happened. He still has a swollen, bruised nose. I still have my thumb and part of my wrist in a cast.

We're sitting around, eating and gossiping, until Arlo lets out a shout, "The fuck? You guys seen this?"

"What?" Sav rolls her eyes, sighing. A lot of 'what the fucks' have been yelled out in this room lately.

"Check twitter."

We all open up our phones and I tap the twitter app. My news feed is filled with other students mentioning a page, 'Morringsworth Mistakes,' so I click on it.

The bio reads, 'Here to bring you all the past mistakes from students at ME (Morringsworth Elite).'

There's only one post, captioned, 'You may all recognise her: pictured here is Stella Hawkins. Rough night was it?'

I click on the picture and my mouth forms an o as I gasp. Stella's in only a tiny pink g-string, in handcuffs being shoved into a police car. She's outside a strip club.

Scandals like this are what our school tries to keep under wraps. Scandal = bad reputation. Our school has a shiny reputation, it's very important to Mrs Clermont that we keep our status as one of the top, most prestigious private schools in the country.

"I can't believe they didn't censor her boobs!" I say, shaking my head at the atrociousity, enraged for Stella. The picture is embarrassing enough, but now the whole school gets to see her naked chest. Poor thing.

"Oh my God, poor girl," Emerson says sympathetically.

I look up to see Arlo still on twitter.

"Arlo get your perverted ass of there, now!" I scold, my eyebrows turning down into a deep frown. I can't save her from all the stares the post will get, but I can try to save her from a few.

"What? She does have a nice body," he smiles innocently at me.

I let out a strangled groan.

"Boys," Em mutters my ear and I nod my head in a agreement.

Noah frowns at our little exchange. "Girls," he sneers gesturing to Arlo's phone.

"We're not all like that Noah," I frown disapprovingly.

"You guys are. Tell me that you all haven't been in a very similar situation," he smiles smugly.

"Idiot," I warn, "You boys were there with us."

"Didn't say I wasn't."

"Whatever."

He rolls his eyes.

"Everyone here better be reporting the post, and the page," I say. Not that it will do much. The damage is done. The screenshots will have been taken.

"There's something going on. Someone's trying to take down the students with this page. And the overdose the other day? Coincidence?" Alice questions.

"Dirt is going to be released left and right on this page. Has everyone here covered their tracks well from anything that's happened that could be used against you? Arrests, underage drinking, drug use, nudes or dirty pictures?" She looks between Noah and I when saying the last part.

My blood runs cold. I look up to find Noah, to see him already looking at me, a little bit of panic showing through in his eyes. Dirty pictures?

"You better have. Or else someone might just find it," Alice warns as she stands up. "Let's all get back to class. We'll discuss it more on Saturday."