Who Killed The Queen Bee?

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ck with smoke, perfume, and hormones. Bianca's house was lit up like a music video-strip

the water, their heels clicking against the stone patio. Char

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acked away so fast she tripped ove

d, sobbing now. "SHE'S-SHE'S IN THE POO

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ere sh

va, floatin

layed out like a h

st mistaken for party lights. But then someon

ther started crying. A girl in a

breath caught in his throat. "Move! MOVE!"

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but two football players gr

an roared, voice raw. "FU

out. Flash

get this on TikTok-th

some fucki

think she,

like she hit her h

he party? Like, a

t a prank! She'

that remained was the sound of crying, sirens in the far-

HBACK

, chugging caffeine and grumbling about their weekend homework. But today was different. There was a weird vibe in the ai

supposed to be there-technically, he'd skipped homeroom, but no one noticed him slip in with the cr

t instantly, leaving nothing but the echo of restless feet shifting on the polished floor. "It is with

ps and whispers-shocked voices overlapping and crashing into one another. B

a knife into it and twisted. He gripped his slee

essed than David had ever seen him-eyes bloodshot, mouth set in a grim line. "This is a tra

e floor, his mind racing with questions. He couldn't process it-Bianca was dead. He still remembered her mocking laugh ri

team. His face was stony and unreadable-like someone had flipped his emotions off with a switch. Bes

as perched on the edge of the bleachers, staring straight ah

tening. "Counselors will be available throughout the day for anyone who needs to t

f the gym, but the buzz of whispere

you think

e. Maybe she couldn'

of a queen to off herself.

ready pulling out their phones to spread the news. As he walked through the hallways, his thoughts s

strode through the main entrance, followed closely by a man in a worn leather jacket and a detective bad

meras rolling, fingers flying over scr

s cops at

going

questioning pe

ink she wa

versation dropping the second they noticed the cops. Tristan forced a laugh,

approached him. "Are

s chin. "Yeah. Wh

dn't answer. "

escorted down the hall. Tristan's confident swagger faltered,

ying her lip gloss when another officer approa

fer Ca

m, eyes wide and fak

with

d the gloss back into her pocket. Students openly stared as she

exchanged nervous glances when they saw the commotion. B

lla Fernandez

digging into Camilla's arm. "Ye

with

rleaders were escorted away, thei

staring at the floor, lost in his own world. The detecti

e Ge

, eyes bloodshot and rimmed

ou to come

d the detective. Students whispered behind his back, s

g to stay as invisible as possible. The noise in the hallway was ov

roze, his pulse hammering in his throat. He turned

d Par

y, but he forced out

remained impassiv

orted down the hallway, every pair of eyes seemed to burn into his ski

and right-messages pinging so fas

they taki

ou think t

king Kyle?? That

at freak? I would

el like he was being walked to his execution. His mind raced, trying to piece together what could

e High was no longer just a school. It was a c