Val’s P.O.V
The walk to the cafeteria was a gauntlet. The whispers felt louder, the stares more brazen. Someone had been busy. As we turned a corner near the gym entrance, we saw it. Taped high on a water fountain, another blown-up copy of the picture.
“Oh, good Lord! Does it always have to end up like this in surprises? I’m freaking out right now,” I said to my weak ass trembling self.
This one had a speech bubble added to Reynold’s forehead saying “FEAR ME!” I stopped dead, a strangled sound escaping my throat. I scanned the room; front, rear, and every angle for any funny weird face that was still up to me with this caricature. Ain’t this dumb heads done with this shit yet, huh!
“Seriously?!” Brielle joined in perplexed fury as she hissed, joining me in looking around snippily for the culprit.