I pick up a fry, but I have no appetite. Pushing my tray aside, I sigh. “I don’t know…I thought today would be hard, especially after the crap people said about us on social media. But this?” I tilt my head, motioning to the audience behind me.

“I know.” Cade’s eyes remain on me, and it finally clicks why he wanted to switch places. He’s much better at ingoring the unwanted attention. I really do have the best friend in the world. He smiles, but it’s sad. “I’m not sure this is what my grandpa meant by being in the spot—”

I jerk. Something hit me in the back of my neck. I spin in my seat, look around, down. A paper airplane lies belly-up next to my chair. I grab it and set it on the table. Swastikas decorate the wings. Someone snickers.

I stand and scan the tables across from us. Any one of the dozens of people could have made this. I call out, “See my face? This is me laughing.” I glare at anyone who dares to look at us. “Coward,” I yell.

Cade unfolds the wings and smooths them out. That’s when Mrs. Ingram, my AP Lit and Composition teacher, walks over.

“I’ll take that,” she says, reaching for the flattened airplane. “Do you know who made it?”

Cade snatches it away from Mrs. Ingram and hops onto his seat. He holds the swastikas high over his head for everyone to see, putting as much wrath into his expression as he can.

The room grows quiet. I slide my chair around Mrs. Ingram, and join Cade. Stretching my arm, I grasp the other edge of the paper. Every time my eyes meet someone else’s, that person looks away.

Silence morphs to whispers, but no one laughs or taunts us like they did at our lockers before school. This is what I believe Cade’s grandpa meant by being in the spotlight. Cade slips the paper from my fingers and slowly and deliberately tears it to pieces. He crushes them in his fist, hops down, and strolls over to the garbage. When he returns, I push my seat back into place and sit.

Mrs. Ingram hasn’t moved. She removes two locks from her pants pocket. “I was in the office, and Miss Wather asked me to bring you these. Your new combinations are taped on the back. Just so you know, I checked. Only Miss Wather and Principal McNeil are able to access the file with everyone’s combinations. They have their own logins. Miss Wather looked. The last time the master list was opened was the third week of school.”

So maybe it wasn’t Kerrianne? I think. But then who? How?