Val’s P.O.V

The walk to the cafeteria was a gauntlet. The whispers felt louder, the stares more brazen. Someone had been busy. As we turned a corner near the gym entrance, we saw it. Taped high on a water fountain, another blown-up copy of the picture.

“Oh, good Lord! Does it always have to end up like this in surprises? I’m freaking out right now,” I said to my weak ass trembling self.

This one had a speech bubble added to Reynold’s forehead saying “FEAR ME!” I stopped dead, a ...