We walked down the aisle to our spots at the back. Eyes followed us the entire way. Phones discreetly angled in our direction. I caught sight of a girl named Emma furiously typing something, then hitting send and immediately receiving three responses.
The social media machine was fully operational.
As we sat down, Cheon slipped through the door, taking her seat near the front. Her back was ramrod straight. Her hands folded neatly on her desk. The perfect student, except for the white-knuckled grip she had on her pen.
Mera leaned close to my ear. "What's her problem?"
"No idea," I lied.
"Bullshit. She looked at you like you killed her dog."
"Later," I whispered.
Mera's eyes narrowed, but she nodded once. Later.
Solana cleared her throat. "Now that we're all here, I have an announcement. This Friday afternoon, Professor Reeves and I will be conducting Battle Trials for all first-year students."
The room erupted in excited murmurs.
