Gregory Murphy hadn't set foot in Redwood High since the bonfire. He hadn't found the strength to leave his room since morning.
He sat on the edge of his bed in the dim light of his bedroom, blinds half-drawn against the late-afternoon sun. The house was empty, his parents both at work, and his little sister had just left for soccer practice. He glanced at his phone with a look of disgust and horror. He hadn't checked it since last night, since he released that poorly photoshopped picture to half the school.
The image stared back at him from his laptop screen, open on the desk across the room. He'd created it in a blind panic after the bonfire, after Damian had shoved him away, after Ethan had stepped between them like some kind of guardian angel.
