By all accounts , the day should've been suspiciously ... fine . The halls were still sticky with that faint perfume smell , the flowers in bloom outside only adding to the sickly sweet air , and Mia had successfully braided my hair while walking - a party trick I still wasn't over . " I don't like this , " I said as we passed the commons . " It's too ... quiet ." Mia blinked at me . " What ? You mean the fact that Bianca hasn't tried to push you down a flight of stairs today ? We're calling that suspicious now ? " " Yes . " She looked around in thought . " You're right . She was more ... agressibe then usal yesterday . I mean , she's always mean , but the Alpha looked ... mad , mad . " But the halls stayed calm . For one whole period . Then came third block . The corridor outside my literature class was ... jammed . I slowed when I saw them , about six students in uniform , all facing outward , arms crossed , blocking the entire doorway like poorly paid security . I paused . Mia bumped into my shoulder . " Uh . Did we miss a protest or ... ? " The tallest one , a boy I vaguely remembered losing spectacularly in hand - to - hand class , raised his brows . " You're not allowed in . " My lips parted . " Sorry . Is this a hostage situation or just collective stupidity ? " " You heard me , " he said . " Try another hallway . " " Yeah , " a girl behind him piped up , " Or try another school . " This is more what I expected . Mia stepped forward , but I put an arm out . I didn't need her catching a stray punch , or worse , getting detention . " Don't worry ," I said . " They'll move . " And they did . Not because I asked . But because I walked . Straight into them . I hit a shoulder . Harder than necessary . And then another . They weren't expecting me to push back so 1/3 Chapter 39 +15 BONUS easily , but to be fair , they were quite a bit weaker . I made it to my desk only to find the next lovely surprise . My nameplate had been torn off . My chair was missing . My desk ... had been pushed halfway into the corner . It was also covered in some kind of pink glitter glue spelling out " Wolfless Mutt . " How original . " Hm , " I muttered , inspecting the vandalism . " Not even cursive ? " Mia showed up seconds later , out of breath . " They locked the classroom doors behind you . What is going on ? " " I'd love to say ' prank war ' but I think it's just a low - IQ riot . Bianca for sure getting her revenge for ... whatever she thought I did . " The rest of the day went about as well as you'd expect . My locker ? Ripped off its hinges . My books ? Gone . One kid was actively selling my pencil case at lunch . Mia did her best to help , shooting death glares at anyone who looked at me sideways , but it was like being nipped at by bees all day . Every corner I turned , someone hissed a name , " Wolfless , " " Leech , " " Pretender . " It was like the whole school had synchronized their group chat to Operation Ruin Liora's Day . Still , I didn't snap . It wouldn't help anything . And , something didn't feel right . Bianca was the obvious choice for this mess . But this was bigger . Sloppier . Bianca was usually more pointed . Maybe she finally snapped . Which led me to the end of the day . I didn't even mean to go into the bathroom . I just needed a second . One second where I didn't have to dodge insults or retrieve my stuff from the lost - and - found , which had become more of a stolen - and - held- hostage . But of course , the second the door closed , I knew I'd walked into something . Two girls clocked me the moment I stepped in . One lingered at the sink , fake - touching up her lip gloss . The other hovered by the stalls , arms crossed , glittery eyes already full of judgment . They didn't say a word . Just looked at each other . Smiled . I sighed , brushing past them and pushing open a stall door . It's not like they'd actually- 2/3 Chapter 39 I didn't even get the chance to square up . The first punch came fast . Faster than I expected . It cracked against my jaw , sending me stumbling into the stall . " Ah ! Hey- ! " Another hit . Then another . +15 BONUS I threw my arms up , half - falling onto the toilet , taking it - one sloppy swing after the next . Their punches weren't great . Wild and poorly aimed , fueled more by nerves and too much mascara than any real training . But I let it happen . A bruise here . A hair yank there . A knee that barely grazed . Let them feel like they won something .