11: Really Not Good

Anyra

I shove Jenna into the women’s restroom, ignoring the massive crowd streaming through the hallway and into the cafeteria.

“Whoa! Anyra? What the hell?” Jenna protests as I push her forward. Once in the room, I check every stall to ensure no one else is there. Satisfied we are alone, I turn and face her.

“We have a problem,” I say.

Jenna scrunches her eyebrows. “Yeah? What is it?”

“It’s Logan. ...