Her House

-Kathrine Andrews: (Okay by Chase Atlantic)

After leaving the janitor's room, I made my way down the toilets, feeling invincible.

The video was sent, and I could already imagine Glyndon's reaction when she saw it.

Every trembling moment is captured in perfect detail. I tucked my phone away and kept walking, not caring about the stares I got from students as I passed.

Some girls whispered, and some guys stared, but it didn't matter. I was on top of the world right now.

As I turned a corner, I noticed a familiar group lingering near the lockers. Alex and his pack of wannabe tough guys.

I sighed inwardly, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense he was about to spit.

He noticed me almost immediately, his gaze narrowing as his friends nudged each other, grinning like hyenas.

"Hey, Andrews," Alex called out, stepping forward with that smug look he always wore. "Still playing dress-up, huh? You know, it's not Halloween anymore."