"Julie's totally busted! Let's get out of here," her friends hissed and bolted without a second thought, eager to escape before they got dragged into it.
She tried to bolt after them, but Mia grabbed her shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Julie froze, panic washing over her. "I—I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it was my fault," she stammered, eyes darting around the room.
Bystanders in the lounge stayed rooted, eager to see how things would unfold.
A hot wave of embarrassment washed over her as their cold, disdainful eyes pinned her in place.
Lyra thrust the phone at her. "Unlock—let's see what game you're playing."
Her tone was steady, but underneath it she felt a ripple of unease, unsure of what she was about to find.
Julie's thumb shook against the screen.
And as soon as it unlocked, Mia skimmed down the feed, and Lyra watched from the side while the ugly captions beneath her photo appeared.
[Attention seeker trying too hard to get noticed]
