Disclaimer: The story that I'm building on was written by and belongs to Kate Brian. Many thanks.
The person who said that "pride goeth before the fall" was right. Before, I had everything—Josh's love, Noelle and the Billings Girls' friendship, and the general awe of the school. I lived in the most sought after dorm on campus. I was proud of how far I had climbed; me, Scholarship Reed. Now, after the Legacy debacle and resulting mess, I was the plague that everyone eagerly avoided.
I crossed the quad to walk to Pemberly. I had purposely left dinner as fast as possible, unable to stand all of the stares and whispering from the students in the cafeteria. They looked at me furtively, and then bent their heads down to talk to their friends.
The avoidance was the least of it. Noelle was unreachable, a cold, icy, steel-built tower; Amberly Carmicheal, who had practically prostrated in front of the Billings girls a few days ago, had her nose in the air. And what smarted was that all the girls that I had thought were friends, true sisters, had instead voted me out without even listening to what I had to say.
I dumped all my books on the shabby desk in my room and exhaled audibly. The paranoia was really getting to me. How was a person supposed to live with a stalker? A stalker who was a potential murderer?
It was almost ten thirty when I finally got into bed. There, I stared at the flaking ceiling and tried not to let my thoughts wander to Ivy Slade, Cheyenne Martin, or Ariana Osgood. No such luck. I sat up, the covers falling, and padded to my desk.
I stared at the slip with all of my suspects on it for a long, long time, until I was so exhausted I fell onto the bed and slept.
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