Chapter 120

“You remember the plan right?” I ask Zack, as I feel all of those judging eyes swing over to me. He nods briefly, and we make our way up the steps towards the table where Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are sitting with Becky, Harper, and Ileana.

Tristan sneers at me, and tosses the bones on the table. I mean, he can't exactly complain about what I did to him considering it was a lot less bad than what he wanted to do to me. I didn't give him the plagiarized essay, even though I could have.

“You must be stupid, if you came here willingly,” he snaps, losing that practiced self-control that I both hated and admired from last year. I can see the faintest outline of a bruise on his face, and my hand clenches into a small fist at my side. As much as I dislike the guy, I think his dad might be beating him. That's never okay.

“Are those bones?” I ask, looking skeptically at the little white and cream- colored bits on the table. Harper flips her brunette waves over her shoulder a