I had posted the giveaway as an incentive for web traffic—sacrificing half my regular check from the coffee shop—hoping someone found it and spread the word, but holy Loki’s helmet, I didn’t think the most popular girl at school would get a hold of it so quickly. Sabrina was connected to everyone on social media—Wilmont and plenty of other schools surrounding us. And she’d just shared my midnight creation to all of them.

“Maybe?” I said, my voice coming out a whisper.

This is what I’d wanted, right? A following from Wilmont. That way I could potentially help someone who needed it. And it would get back to Principal Tanner and throw his tight-gripped rule off kilter.

“No,” Hannah said, completely ignoring the game to swipe on her cell. “Check it out. The site is legit.”

I glanced at the screen again, already knowing what she’d pulled up.

My site.

My stomach rolled as I pretended to read what I’d spent countless hours crafting. I hadn’t expected it to reach my best friend so fast…

“Huh,” I said, instead of a proper response.

“Huh?” She scoffed, taking the cell and pocketing it. “That’s it? This is exactly what we were talking about yesterday! Do you think someone heard us?”

I chuckled. “Nah,” I said, shrugging. “You saw the prank. We’re not the only ones totally over the way Tanner runs this school. Someone just decided to take the rebellion a step further.” I motioned to the cell I could no longer see, unable to meet her eyes.

“True,” she said. “This is crazy, though.” An excited smile shaped her lips. “I can’t wait to see who actually writes in.”

Me, too.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the urge to dig in my bag for my laptop and check if Sabrina’s post had resulted in any questions.

A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck. How the hell would I find the answers? What if I couldn’t? What if I failed someone who needed me?

This is really happening.

“Amber, you okay?”

I snapped my eyes to hers, taking a deep breath to calm the nausea rolling my stomach.

“Yeah. Why?”

She arched a brow at me. “You look…”

“Tired,” I filled in for her. “I was up late.”

“And that’s different from any other day?” she teased.

I forced a laugh. “Right. Later than usual.”

“Did Dean have anything to do with that?” She nudged me, and I was grateful that the topic had shifted from the website calling for my attention.