A Post-it note falls from Mason’s pocket. Daniel rushes over and picks it up. He tears the swastika in half. Logan’s sad smile hurts Daniel’s heart. He looks at his feet. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

“Why should you be sorry?” she asks, ducking her head so she can meet his eyes. “The ones who did this should be sorry. But some things are just too much to ask of pea-brain cowards.”

“You need to report this. I took photos. I’ll email them to you.”

Logan explodes. “And what’s Principal McNeil going to do? The last time we were in his office, he dismissed us. He shut us down and shut us up.”

“But—”

“When this happened to you, did reporting it make any difference? Did McNeil’s letter stop people from harassing you?”

Daniel rocks back on his heels. “Maybe this time it will?”

Logan laughs coldly. “You think someone’s going to confess? You think someone will snitch? I don’t think so. We’re not going to be victims here. We’ve done nothing wrong, and we’re not going to let a bunch of pricks intimidate us. Don’t go to McNeil. He’ll hear about it, but I expect nothing from him.”

Daniel nods.

Chapter 36: Logan

Cade reaches across our lunch table and snatches a handful of fries off my plate. I scowl at him, then go back to glaring at the small pack of whispering, wide-eyed freshmen staring at us. I so want to walk over there and sit down at their table. Wouldn’t that freak them out? From the corner of my eye, I catch Cade going for my burger. This time I whisk it away before his greedy fingers can get it.

“Switch places with me,” he says.

“Why?”

“Because you always sit there and it’s good to change things up.” He walks around our table, nudges me with his knee. I refuse to budge, but then he takes my hand and tugs. “Come on.”

“But I like sitting here.” He bends down like he’s going to pick me up and toss me over his shoulder. As amusing as that would be, I would prefer not to attract any more attention.

“Fine,” I say, switching spots, but only because Cade refused to move until I got up. I stare at the cafeteria’s baby-blue walls and a ridiculous poster with super-expensive luxury cars. The caption says, “Hard work pays off.” I can think of ten reasons why it’s absurd, but welcome to RHS. “Tired of this view, huh?” I point to the poster.

He shakes his head. “Logan. We should talk about this.” His eyes dart over my shoulder and I know exactly what he’s referring to. His leg brushes against mine. “Do you want to get out of here?”