Elena (In Blake's body) POV

The classroom smelled faintly of old chalk and hand sanitizer, but it did nothing to mask the tension that made my skin crawl. Everyone was looking. Whispering. Waiting. I could feel it in the eyes on me the moment I stepped through the door.

Joey sat near the back, her arms crossed and lips curved in that smug smile she always wore when she thought she had the upper hand. Victoria lingered at the side of the room, her silver pen tapping lightly against her notebook. ...