By the time mandatory morning assembly rolled around, the entire school was buzzing with @AshwickSecrets drama. Students clustered in groups, phones out, scrolling through the latest posts and speculating about who might be behind the account. The hall crackled with the kind of electric tension that came from collective scandal.
I slipped into a seat near the back, hoping to avoid attention, but conversations died as students noticed me. The exam cheating accusation had spread beyond i********:, and now I could feel eyes on me from every direction—some curious, some judgmental, some calculating.
“Rough morning?” Julian appeared beside me, sliding into the empty seat with his usual fluid grace. He looked impeccable as always, but there was something sharp in his hazel eyes that suggested
