Hailey
The next week was a nightmare.
I hadn’t been able to talk to Paula yet. I’d tried catching her after our shared classes, but she’d run past me in a huff every time. I didn’t see her in our normal spot in the library, either.
Nobody wanted to work with me on group projects. Other students would interrupt when I’d try to answer questions in classes. All the print-outs of class standings had graffiti over my name saying “Hooker Hailey” or “B-J-Hay.”
The Dean had done a full investigation into the photo, and, upon quick review, they all agreed. The photo couldn’t be Professor Kim. He hadn’t faced any legal action.
They’d dug a little further into it than Gina as well. The Dean had pulled me into the office to tell me they’d reverse searched the image and found wher
