Patrick was not happy about the breakup. As revenge, he turned the picture into a meme. But instead of a joke, it had an address—my and Willow’s home address—and he sent it to several boys at school, including Jayden and Thad. From there, a rumor was born, spreading around school about how easy Willow Slevin was. That you could just show up at her house, and she’d give you a blowjob or whatever.

That’s why there were so many random cars showing up at my house.

Some, like Jayden, seemed nice at first, and she let them inside. Then she learned what they really wanted, and she chased them off.

Some, like Thad, she had really liked.

Jayden was actually jealous of Thad’s blowjob. He told Willow that Thad filmed her, and he had a copy of the video, and he would spread it around school if she didn’t give him one, too.

Willow told him to go fuck himself. That’s how Wynezra and a dozen other people ended up with the video and the original nude.

“So wait,” I said. “What was Willow being punished for?”

“She sent the picture to Patrick,” said Principal Durden.

My jaw about fell through the floor.

“They were dating!” I said. “The little fucking weasel pestered her for a picture, and she gave it to him! He’s the one who spread the picture. Willow’s the victim here!”

“She still shouldn’t have sent that picture. That’s unacceptable behavior at Piles Fork High School and is not tolerated. Also, do not swear in my office—”

“FUCKING BULLSHIT,” I screamed. “She didn’t take the picture at school. You’re punishing a teenager for having an intimate life, and then being taken advantage of by her little fuckwit ex-boyfriend. Do my—do Ezra’s parents know about this?”

“I called and left voice mails on both of their cell phones. I took their silence as agreement on the conditions of her disciplinary action.”

My stomach plunged into a deep, dark abyss.

I stood up.

I walked out of the office.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” said Principal Durden. “You assaulted two classmates. We’re not done discussing—”

“I am,” I said. “I’m so done. Willow isn’t going to be punished because she has a couple of shitty no-show parents who don’t check their voice mail.”

Wynezra was sitting in one of the chairs outside of Principal Durden’s office, kitty-corner from Jayden and Thad, exchanging eyeball daggers with her. At least, Jayden and Thad were trying to do the dagger-glaring thing. But mostly, their faces looked like blueberry strudel. If they were glaring anything, it was razor-sharp pieces of strudel.

I grabbed Wynezra’s hand, pulled her out of her chair, and dragged her behind me.

“Whoa, uh, where are we going?” she said.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Principal Durden echoed.