When I returned to my room, I sat with the flash drive again, scrolling through its contents. Screenshots, memos, voice notes. Every file was a blade aimed at Jennifer’s carefully built throne.

One recording caught my attention—Jennifer mocking a girl named Harper.

“She thought she could outshine me,” Jennifer sneered in the audio. “Pathetic. All it took was one rumor, and now nobody even looks at her. She’ll never recover.”

I remembered Harper. She’d been quiet lately, ...