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On his first day back at Liberty High, Justin Foley followed both Clay and Elizabeth Jensen into the high school. All of the students stopped and stared at him, gossiping amount themselves. "This is about me, isn't it?" Justin frowned as he looked at his two friends.
"Must be." Clay nodded. Elizabeth could tell Clay was hiding something. He always had been a horrible liar.
"Hey, did you not get any of my texts?" Sherri interrogated Clay as she approached him.
"My ringer must be off."
Clay's karma was instant as his phone suddenly began to ring. Clay sighed as he picked up his phone. "Skye?" His eyes widened as he put the phone up to his ear and walked away from the three.
"I would say welcome back, but it's pretty shitty timing." Sherri rolled her eyes as she glanced back over at Clay.
Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows, not exactly sure what was going on. "What do you mean?"
"The tapes." Sherri responded as if the two were supposed to know what she meant.
"What about the tapes?" Justin asked Sherri, moving closer to Elizabeth.
"Did Clay not tell either one of you?" Sheri frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe he doesn't even know."
"Please just tell us what the fuck your mean." Elizabeth snapped at her, trying to finally get some answers out of someone.
"The tapes are out. Someone posted them online. Everyone listened all last night."
"What?" Justin's eyes widened out of disbelief. "Are you fucking serious?"
"Yeah." Sherri nodded softly.
Justin ran his hand through his hair before approaching Clay. "Jensen, did you know about this?"
"Yeah- uh- I guess I- uh- kinda knew." Clay stuttered out, feeling trapped. Elizabeth frowned, knowing something was off with him. "I gotta go."
"Hey, Clay! Come back!" Justin called out to Clay. "Where the fuck are you going?" He sighed before turning back to Elizabeth.
"We're having a meeting today." Sherri spoke softly as she walked the two down the hall.
*
Justin Foley stood next to Bryce Walker's locker, waiting for him to notice him. Once he did, Justin approached him. "I heard your confession."
