“Doing what?” I asked, maintaining an even tone.

Becca cocked her head. “Whatever this is. I figured something was coming. You’ve been staring holes through me since the first period.”

“I have questions,” I said simply.

Becca hummed before cracking into a dry laugh. “Of course you do,” she muttered to herself, running her hand through her hair.

I studied her. She didn't come off scared in the way I thought a traitor would. Her stance was loose, too at ease. There was ...